Wildest Dreams Resort: Gina and Carl

IGoing a little retro with this one. I don't outright state it but imagine this taking place at a Swingers resort in the late 1960s or 1970s. I'm not entirely sure what era the appliances and cabinets are from. Anyway, RETRO! Also, another real photo! If you're more entertained by the Midjourney stuff, don't worry, that isn't going anywhere. Just needed a bit of a break from it, to be honest.

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"You missed a spot" Gina called out from the chair, a chuckle in her changed voice as the maid, her former husband and scum of the earth Carl, or rather, Carla, glared up at her, daggers in those wide brown eyes. But even with a face contorted with rage, the maid simply went back to scrubbing, the only sound being the grunts and groans that honestly just made the erection in Gina's pants grow harder as the woman turned man watched her husband's enormous breasts rock back and forth in the skimpy costume. She took another sip of the martini and grinned at the show, her free hand teasing the fleshy rod beneath the fabric of her pants.

It was weird having a dick instead of a slit. The appendage seemed to have a mind of it's own in the short time that Gina had possessed it, but it wasn't awful. Right now it felt incredible, as if there was a second brain in her extremely masculine body that was telling her to go flip the small and secy maid over and do her right on the kitchen tile! But the former housewife resisted; she didn't want to be stuck, forever, as a man and the curse or spell or miracle or whatever had happened had come with one VERY specific rule: No Fucking or they'd never change back. Besides, this was a good lesson for Carl on learning to respect Gina...And women in general. Not that any of this had been expected out of what was quickly becoming a vacation they'd BOTH remember for the rest of their lives.

Gina discovered, far too late, into the mistake of a marriage, that she'd ended up hitched to a womanizing blowhard. And she hadn't protected her finances, so if she divorced him, well, she'd be broke. That she always agreed to the horrible sex-filled weeks where Carl would run off with any pretty girl that gave fell for him. But until then these trips was nothing more than playtime for him, and for Gina, well, at least it was vacation. But the moment Gina had signed her name into the guestbook (Carl always refused), something very strange had happened. One moment they had been overweight man and skinny, haggard looking wife...And the next moment Gina was a tall, handsome and VERY masculine man in a business suit standing next to a extremely busty little brunette woman in a skimpy outfit! A woman that couldn't speak!

"Oh, don't worry" The man at the front desk had said with a coy smile, "That's part of the charm! You see, here at Wildest Dreams, we're not just a name like all those other resorts! Here, we make those dreams come true!" The desk manager pointed to the leather backed guestbook where her name had changed to GENE, "Whoever signs in has their wishes granted!"

"But...BUT I'M A MAN!" Gina had roared in her new, deep voice while Carl had been gasping and pawing at his, or rather her, new body with tiny manicured hands. Gina's new and much larger hands themselves were grasping at the appendage in her new pants.

"You've become only what you most desire from your marriage! You, the pinnacle of manliness, strong, handsome and clearly rich, while he became a quiet, submissive little sexpot! Oh, you two are going to have a LOT of fun this week, I can tell!" The man had rung a bell and a small group of uniformed employees appeared behind them (which seemed impossible given there had been no one there before, but they were in a impossible situation). "Now our team will see you to your rooms. But just one thing, your dream is VERY specific! You want to show dear Carla here what a real man is like, and give him a taste of what it's like to be his ideal woman! Oh, humiliation wihses are the most fun!"

The changed husband and wife looked at each other for a moment in fear before turning back to the desk manager. Carl's plump flips were flapping but no sound came out before Gina asked, hesitantly, "S-so are we s-stuck like this f-forever?"

"Oh, don't be silly! Once your stay at the resort is finished, you'll change back when you check out. But no sex! If either of you has sex, then you'll be stuck! Now go have fun!" The two were whisked away by the resort staff and dumped in their condo. With everything they owned changed to match their new bodies and even their parents back home thinking this was who they had always been, the two resigned themselves to a long week.

Of course, that was before Gina had discovered that 'Carla' had to do everything that she ordered him to do. Including dressing up in the skimpy maid costume they'd found in their luggage. And cleaning the condo in the most sensual, sexual and humiliating way possible. Or that her dear, sweet husband couldn’t speak unless the MAN of the house gave her permission. So Gina had been content with ordering Carl around like a servant, including mixing up a incredibly martini while the former woman watched the former man clean. Speaking of…Carla finally finished scrubbing the kitchen floor and, with a soft sigh and a wipe of her forehead that made her breasts jiggle again, she looked expectantly at Gina, her big brown eyes glittering on the verge of tears. A tiny finger pointed at her throat as her full lips moved in silent motion.

"Hmm, still seems dirty. Why don't you clean the place again. Go slower this time. Put those hips to work." Gina said with another chuckle and a sip from the excellent martini her WIFE had made. Watching Carla shoot her another evil glare between the feminine grunts as he began cleaning the kitchen again, this time even more sensually, had brought on the new urges to flip the small woman over and ravish her with the new dick, but Gina was confident that she could resist for another four days. If not, well, being a rich, handsome white guy with a sexy, obedient wife wouldn't be THAT bad of a fate...