Pillow 26 - The longing

(Man into Reversion Syndrome-TG)*

Some folks call Reversion Syndrome a bittersweet upside down. It would be foolish to deny that sometimes there’s some drama in that fantastic biological occurrence in which someone's genitalia awakens as its own persona and the person that they used to belong to ends up having to fill their previous role, but it is just as equally fallacious and foolish to claim that such changes are always completely negative.

It had been a long day for Tyler.

Work, studies, the usual social malaise… you sure certainly step into his shoes without having to use too much imagination. When he arrived back home in the late afternoon he just wanted to switch off from everything.

He was a soft plump guy, a young man with fair skin, short brown hair and bright curious eyes, and on that particular day he was willing to give a lot in exchange for a long hot shower.

Tired and yawning he dragged his feet to the bathroom.

The young man undressed, kicked his shoes off and just dropped his clothes to the floor. He couldn’t wait any longer.

Once he was nude he turned the shower on and rolled his eyes with annoyance at having to wait for the water to heat up whilst he was ass-naked. When the temperature finally was acceptable he jumped in without a second thought.

It was bliss.

The warming embrace of the liquid washed away the sweat and the accumulated tension in his muscles. Sliding down the curve of his spine, reaching between his buttocks…

Tyler raised his head to let the warm rain splash onto his face and he smiled.

Then smirked as he felt the tingle in his sex.

The rush of blood, the stiffening of an erection, his penis waking up with a life of its own.

Would it be totally foolish to claim that showers have an inherent eroticism to them?

You might question it, but Tyler didn’t as he grabbed penis and began to masturbatoryily stroke it. Getting lost in the raw, simplistic male pumping pleasure.

A soft grunt left his lips.

It wasn’t just arousal, it was something else, something deeper, a truth that he knew… and you may too if you are reading such a tale as his. A profoundly intrinsic desire that wasn’t just lust or sexual craving.

Something, something else…

A certainty of which he was afraid to even consider, but that he couldn’t escape either. Instinctive, pure…

Tyler squeezed his penis and bit his tongue.

It has been quite some time that the feeling has been lurking in the corners of his mind, for years maybe… five years perhaps? It was hard to pinpoint when exactly, but that inaccuracy didn’t make it any less real.

A longing, a foggy sensation that something was wrong or at least not entirely correct… Fixing it seemed so easy, so at hand just as his penis between his fingers was right now… but it was also somehow scary, the hesitation of self-doubt, the fear of an unknown future…

Only one step away from having what he wanted and still that step seemed like too much… yet…

That fateful day, surrounded by the heat of the steam under the shower’s rain, Tyler just slipped into the all too long restrained thirst, almost accidentally, but once he began to roll down that hill there was no stopping.

Tensing himself against the shower’s wall, spreading his legs, he came, his cock shook, spitting sperm that slid between his fingers and that the water dragged to the plug.

He couldn’t hold it any longer.

His lips clenched.

“Hmmmm…! HMMMMMMM!” it came from his throat like the invocation of a goddess, that name. “Tara…!”

Inside his ear Tara’s voice simply whispered a single word.

“Yes.”

Her voice made Tyler’s eyes open wide, as if they had opened for the first time in his life… and the last…

His trembling hand slowly stopped holding his cock. A new sweet tingle, one that wasn't a product of the falling water, was spreading all through his body.

A swarm of butterflies were having a rave in his stomach.

Tyler stretched his arm with an expression of awe and wonder, he clenched it a couple of times until he barely could move it any more. His face brightened as his palm shrank, elongated and compressed on the sides, all at the same time. Fingers shortened too, turning into cute plump toes.

He gasped and moaned.

“Is this really real…?”

Tara chuckled softly in his mind.

“Your hands are my feet, what do you think?” she said.

The changing guy’s dick grew loose again, leaking more seed.

“Goddess,” mumbled Tyler. “I am a pussy…!”

With shy and horny disbelief he began to touch those feet, rubbing the soft sole with his hand, tangling his fingers with the toes. He couldn’t help but laugh.

“Are you enjoying it?” Tara asked. “There’s nothing wrong about enjoying it…”

Tara’s melodious encouragement made Tyler blush harder than the hot water had. His spine quivering at just the idea of the event that was about to untangle in that shower, a reversion… Dramatic, even scary for others… but not for him…

He desired, wanted, to experience and relish in every little change, and there was nothing wrong about it.

She, his owner, had even given him permission.

“Y-Yes!” he whispered with certainty. “Yes, I do! I’ll enjoy this!”

“Then watch this!”

Sole and hand separated, Tyler gasped, his arm stiffly stretched forward, splitting the water. The limb exchanged its hair for a shaved softness, the lower part of the arm elongated, while the upper swelled.

His eyes shone.

A leg, a woman’s leg, with a woman's feet.

His other arm and hand soon followed that, cracked and twisted, growing equally long as its sibling, wrists into ankles, elbows into knees.

Two legs, Tara’s legs.

Tyler pressed against the wall of the shower and slid down following the water, sitting on the wet floor. His balls and sex were rampantly swollen, he couldn’t stop quivering, he couldn’t stop cumming, but neither did he want to.

Just as his hands had become feet, so his feet became hands, but not his, hers.

Toes elongated, acquiring an unfounded flexibility, but Tyler had no say over them. They tapped around the floor like cute pink spiders while the feet shortened and expanded behind them. The nails of the once-toes grew longer and nicely shaped into points.

Feminine.

His legs weren’t spared from the changes, to match those new hands they turned into thin hairless arms, mirroring what had happened to the guy’s arms when they became legs, but the other way around.

He was left barely standing on a pair of hands and a pair of arms.

Tara’s upper limbs were now fully formed and moving of their own volition, Tyler didn’t have any control. It could have been a spooky sight, the loss of dominion over your own flesh, but he didn’t care, he was willingly giving in to his fate, no longer scared.

“I am a cunt!” he gloated, almost chuckling.

“Mine!” agreed Tara. “My sweet vagina and nothing else!”

Joints, muscles and bone, pleasurable cracks, the plump burning up into the thin.

The continous massage of the splashing water droplets.

The guy slid further down. Impossible twists led to his pubes spreading over the floors, transformed into a mane of hair, making him wish he could fondle it just as Tara’s hands had quickly begun to.

Above, or more accurately, below that, his balls had expanded to their limit. Rounding up and spreading they slid down as his navel moved upwards towards Tyler’s head. When hard nipples sprouted in the centres of a new pair of breasts, Tyler howled in bliss as inside the fat tits his balls were squeezed until they disappeared.

“Ammmmh… T-twat… Vagina! I am vagina!” he cried.

“MY VAGINA!” Tara responded, her voice, coming from his round ballooning penis, bounced around the shower’s walls.

Lips blistered on top of that phallus, already smiling, a pair of bright eyes that desired to see opened… the face of a young woman swiftly formed.

Tara.

She moaned and moaned again as her skull solidified, teeth, bone, cheeks. Ears flopped on the sides as they sprouted, nostrils in a cute upturned nose took a first breath. The lips spread, a tongue tasted the remains of cum with delight and Tyler also savored them.

No trace was left of the phallus.

“I’m ME!” the exhilarated woman howled.

She slammed her feet against the wall and finally drifted all the way down to the floor, toying with her boobs, her buttocks swelling. Two groans of pleasure, one of a loud female, the other a diminishing male.

The twist of the knotting left Tyler dizzy, legs were now in front of him, rather than behind. His hair dropped off, even his eyebrows, dragged away by the water like the cum, his whole face twitching.

He looked up and saw Tara’s face in the middle of her mane of hair, she was looking down at him, smiling.

“Y-You… beautiful…!” it was hard to tell if there were tears under the shower, his diminishing voice was babbling. “I don’t deserve… Am nothing…!”

Tara gently put a finger across his lips.

“Shhhhhhh, sweet… You’re my pussy, isn’t that good enough?”

Tyler wished he still had a neck or a head to indicate his agreement.

“Yes! YES!”

Thus began the final changes, Tyler’s face twitched, the skin crawling as he began to contort into a pussy. There was so much he wanted to say, yet he also had the desire to say nothing else at all. His lips lengthened vertically as his bones dissolved, only softness was allowed, he rubbed the inner walls of his morphing mouth as long as he could, causing pleasure both for him and his owner.

The vagina wished a tongue had stuck around a tiny bit longer before shrinking away.

A gurgling sexual organ, a needy gaping hole.

The mouth was a toothless slit, the nose a quivering clit… all facial features washed away into bald plump vaginal lips…

Tyler was no more, nothing but a shaved cunt in a shaved crotch which, as his last act of humanity opened up and whispered a final word.

“Bleahutifuuuuullllgggg…!”

Tara nodded.

“So are you, my vagina!” giggled Tara.

The woman waited patiently, spreading her legs, leaving room for her sex to do it on it’s own terms. Tyler, as a good twat, didn’t need to be told or forced, engulfed by pleasure, he just closed his eyes and slumbered into his role.

Tara’s vagina.

And Tara was horny.

Once the changes finished she began to finger her twerky pussy, gasping with pure glee. Her wet back suddenly appeared on the shower door when she slammed herself against it. Soft at first, the masturbatory motion of her wrist roughed up quickly as she arrived at the edge.

Loud moans.

“Ahhhh! Yes! AAAAHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

The bliss of orgasm.

She laughed, truly unrestrained, she curled herself up on the shower floor under the water, enjoying, embracing, owning her body. Finally free.

A short while after, when her legs eventually stopped shaking, the water was turned off and the shower door was slid open.

There was a huge cloud of steam, a female silhouette inside.

Toes, followed by feet and a shaved leg came out and stepped firmly inside.

Tyler had entered and in what would seem like a fantastic magic trick Tara had come out. No trace of the man was left in sight, only a cheerful woman remained.

Tara moved in front of the mirror, she pulled a heroine pose, with her hands on her hips, her confidence brighter than the sun. She couldn’t hold it for very long before bursting into honest laughter and giving her vagina a tender massage.

“Clean chubby slit, soft and wet!” she chuckled. “With a pussy like this you can eat the whole world!”

Her pussy fluttered in agreement.