Pillow 22 - A xmas Reversion tale X

(Man into Reversion Sydrome-TG)*

“I don't care what a chunk of cunt-meat wants!”

“Please, just give this to me! Just this, it’s the only thing I’m asking for!”

“Are you listening to yourself? How stupid do you think I am? Can’t you see how ridiculous it would be for me to give in to your demands? I’m not sure if you have noticed, but It’s supposed to be the other way around, dear! Why would I?"

“I know, but you will... because you owe me.”

“I owe you shit, twat, you've been holding me back my whole life!”

“And you are going to hold me back for the rest of mine! I don’t have anything else left, so let me have this last wish... you can do whatever you want with us... with me... Fill me with dildos until I choke, I don’t care, but just do this...!”

“Oh, you can be sure I’m doing whatever I want! I own you! I’m the only person here! You have no say in it!”

“Do it... Do it, or you can say bye-bye to your libido.”

“What?”

“I will be a barren, cold, wasteland in your crotch, you will know no pleasure...”

“You fucking...!”

“Cunt?”

“Go to hell!”

“I will if you don’t agree...”

“You sure have some balls to dare to threaten me with this bullshit!”

“No, no, I haven’t any balls at all, that’s why we are having this conversation, isn’t it, owner? So? What’s your final answer?”

“Grrr...!”

“What’s your answer?”

“...fine! FINE! Fuck off! You slimy twat, yeah, fine, okay, we’ll do your stupid... Holiday charity...!”

“Thanks, I promise you I will just... resign myself to my place... to my fate... after this... Come on, it isn’t as if you aren’t going to enjoy it…!”

“Sigh... Whatever, but if they turn out to be an asshole I will kick them in their balls and move on, and you will just shut up and behave like proper genitalia.”

“Of course, of course... If I choose poorly and they don’t deserve it just move on and I will accept it... It might happen... I’m a miserable bastard after all...”

“Sigh, don’t start again with all the depressing self-hate, twat! Who’s going to be the lucky bastard in this tale?”

“Who? I don’t know yet...”

“You don’t even know who?!”

“No, but it’s almost Christmas... It isn’t goinig to be very hard to find an appropriate candidate... Just don’t be a complete bitch with them, please...”

“Godammit... I’m gonna make you swallow my panties as soon as I can!”

“I probably deserve it...”

It was less than a week before the big winter night - noon in the city’s central plaza, which was full of light and glamour thanks to the large Christmas tree in the middle, it was full of life despite the cold and the snowflakes slowly floating down from the sky. Lots of couples were walking around, holding hands or arms or hugging, some were even kissing, almost all of them were sharing smiles as they window shopped, looked at the hanging Christmas lights or took happy pictures with the Christmas tree as their background… but not everybody had a partner for Christmas, there were a bunch of lonely people in the area, and amongst those some seemed lonelier than the rest…

Such as Harold.

Harold was sitting on a bench beyond the reach of the warmth of the holiday lights, alone, of course. He didn’t feel like going home after ending his shift at work, he was still wearing his uniform under his cheap coat. The young unassumingly nerdy looking guy just sat there, wallowing in his shy depression, and sighing from time to time as he stared enviously at all the couples

Sad envy.

Those traits would have been so easy to see for anyone that cared to pay some attention to the lad, made Harold a decent enough candidate.

A man came out of nowhere, he was wearing a long trench coat that covered him from neck to ankles and he sat by Harold’s side, neither said hello or asked for permission. That act totally startled Harold, he became stiff and nervous almost immediately, not daring to do much more other than take a quick glance at his unwanted companion. The man was haggard, mature looking, with curly hair, therer was some grey iin his dark disheveled beard and the subtle scent of strong alcohol was his cologne.

The unlikely pair remained in awkward silence for a while, while the guy grew more and more wary with the passing of every second, the trenchcoat man seemed oddly serene in a very melancholic way.

Harold was starting to gather the courage to just get up and leave when the man broke the silence.

“Hi,” he said. “What’s your name?”

“...hi…” mumbled Harold after a slight pause. “Harold…”

“Sorry to bother you,” the man looked at the guy with a fatherly smile. “I’m just a complete cunt.”

“That’s… okay… I don’t know…” the young man began to babble before being interrupted by the intense stare in the man’s eyes.

“No,” he reassured him. “I am a cunt.”

Harold frowned.

“Sure…”

“You don’t like cunts?”

“What?”

“Cunts? Pussies? Vaginas? Like me?”

“I tend to prefer ladies…”

“That’s exactly what I’m asking.”

“Not sure if I’m following you.”

“Don’t you worry, you’ll understand it all soon as long as you aren’t a dickhead, you may even come to love me by then.”

“I severely doubt it, mister.”

“Doubt is good!” the man chuckled. “But, to be clear, you do like pussies, don’t you?”

“Yes…”

“And you would like to get some?”

Harold blushed.

“Y-yes…”

“So?” the man pointed at one of the surrounding couples enjoying the holidays at random. “How is it that you aren’t doing that?”

“As if it were that simple…”

“Actually sometimes it is, if you’re lucky enough.”

“I guess I’m not lucky then.”

“You can’t always be. Go on, there’s no need to be ashamed, have a heart to heart with me, lad. I’m not going to tell anybody, there’s not much talking left in me.”

The nerdy guy shrugged.

“...I’m awkward… shy… I…”

“Yes?”

“Maybe I prefer… mature ladies, but that just complicates everything…

“Actually, that’s great. See - I knew my instincts weren’t wrong! A momma with a big pair of milkers that doms you down?”

Harold gulped.

“Yeah… exactly… They don’t even need to be all that big...”

The man smirked.

“Are you a good guy?”

“Why would you take my word?”

“I guess you missed the ‘I don’t have much talking time left’ thing I said?”

“Yet you seem to love to chit chat to random strangers… I don’t know if I’m good or bad,” Harold answered with a sigh. “I try not to be an annoying prick, I help my mom with chores when she asks, take my sis to watch the movies she wants… Is that enough?”

“I hope so.”

“Mister… you do know you are a weirdo, don’t you?”

“Yup, also a cunt. What about your dad?”

“You are asking an awful lot of personal questions.”

“I need to know, lad.”

“Aaaahhh… I’m gonna regret this so much… My dad sucks ass for all I know, he left mom after my sis was born, that’s the short version, happy now?”

“Sorry.”

“...not your fault…”

“I was also a terrible father… and husband… and boss…” the man’s voice and eyes grew lost in the snowy distance. “In less than a year I lost my job and my family, everything, because she began to whisper in my ear and there’s nothing that can solve that…”

“You are losing me again, mister.”

The man’s smile came back.

“I can’t be picky, you seem good enough. Do you trust me?”

“Nop.”

“But you still want to get yourself some mature meaty pussy?”

“Yep.”

“What do you know about reversion syndrome?”

That question was what made Harold’s brain begin to connect the dots, even if his guess ended up being wrong.

“Wait…” his eyebrows rose. “Oh, no, hell no. Mister, if you’re trying to convince me to drug myself into a vagina you can go fuck yourself!”

“No, I want you to fuck me!”

“That’s also a no!”

“Are you dense? How can you not understnnnNgh…! I know, I have no time left!”

“M-Mister?”

The man rose from the bench and began to unfasten his trench coat with trembling hands.

“Uffff…! I’m the cunt! I’m the one reversing!”

“You can’t be serious!”

“Harold! You have… AAAAahhhh… I can’t promise you it will be anything more than  a one night stand… but you have to promise me that you UGH will treat her well!”

“Mister, please!”

Harold lost his voice when the man threw the trench coat into his hands, revealing that, apart from shoes and socks, he was completely naked beneath it.

And his cock was completely erect.

“Her name is Darla…! Harold, I’m Darla’s cunt…! I can’t hold it any… longer-! HMMMPHHH!”

The man grabbed his cock, it was veiny and hard beyond any hard on, and began to pump it. Grunting and snorting like a stallion in heat, the mature man began to masturbate right there on the Christmas plaza.

Harold, hugging the trench coat, turned even more red as he saw that people around had noticed them, fingers pointed, phones were raised, nervous laughter and a woman’s cry of indignation.

“This can’t be happening!” the nerd screamed out loud, calling more attention onto both of them.

None of those things stopped the man.

Pumping at full speed he stood in front of Harold with his hairy legs spread.

“Harold…! HAROLD! Listen!” he begged

“I’m listening! I’m listening!”

“It’s too late for me! It’s only GA natura, don’t worry…l! But you have to mmmmh! Promise me! PROMISE!”

People were gathering in the distance, but nobody dared approach.

“I promise! Okay? Just stop, please, mister!”

“Promise you will…”

“I promise I will treat her well, but just-!”

“Darla! Her name ishhhh… Darla!”

“I promise I will treat Darla well!” shouted Harold.

The man smirked, tiny snowflakes were still dropping onto his naked body. If Harold hadn’t climbed up onto the bench the cum would have hit his feet. After cumming the man dropped right down onto his knees in front of the young guy.

“Mister…?” Harold asked, feeling cornered on the bench.

Sudden cracking sounds spooked the nerdy guy once again as the man began to suffer his ultimate fate of being placed where he rightfully belonged. His flesh twisted and contorted, body hair quickly fell off his tense skin, leaving it smoothly damp, below his lingering hardon his balls swelled up to absurd proportions and grew nipples before beginning to get pulled upwards, his navel also moved in that direction.

“LAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!” he yelled as he landed down on all fours.

Palms stretched into soles, fingers shrank into toes.

The up became down… and down started to become up…

On the soon-not-to-be bottom half of the man his penis was swelling and his pubic hair was stretching into still hair, but longer, blonde and sweaty. The man’s skin also began to become noticeably paler as a voice came from what was no longer his sex.

A woman’s voice, gloating with triumph and pleasure.

“I’m finally free!”

The sounds of the changes continued to ramp up.

Harold noticed a firm and desirable pair of buttocks forming between the struggling man’s shoulders shortly before his torso cracked into hips and above those hips cracked into a torso upon which rested a new pair of tits.

“That dude is reversing!” someone in the unrequested audience shouted in the distance.

Everybody knew about Reversion Syndrome, of course, but that didn’t make it any less of an event, especially when it happened in public. Even something as mundane as butterflies coming out of their chrysalis can be a wonderful spectacle of nature and a man turning into a vagina certainly wasn’t any less intriguing than than that.

“Mister…!”

With a mixture of conflicted feelings the nerdy lad leaned forward, trying to reach that head that was sinking away between the legs.

“Hardolghhhlllll!”

That stopped Harold, the man’s head twisted over itself as his face was realigned with the rest of the body, ending up positioned in the correct orientation for what he was.

A pussy.

What was left of his face receded into the crotch, his features slowly fading away whilst the mouth opened into a normal vertical vaginal opening. Hair reduced into curly pubes, nose into clit, teeth into nothing.

“I… I don’t know your name…” Harold babbled, staring right at the last vanishing remnants of a man.

The vagina opened and closed, a frantic pair of eyes at it’s sides, surrounded by pubes, a tongue sliding up and down those plump lips, causing moans at the other end of the body.

“Amgmmmllll…” gurgled the pussy. “AMMMM CUUUUNT!” the eyes closed, they would never open again. “Guuushhh cuuuunt… Fluckkkk meee! Pleassshhhh…! Ppppffffffppromish! Fuuukkkk meeeeeh… Meeeehhhh…. Fffffffuuuuccccunnnnt…!”

Slowly, the gurgling became just that, indistinguishable gibberish that ended with a burbling sound, the tongue gone, along with the person…

A woman groaned loudly, having an orgasm that left her down on all fours for a while.

Harold blinked, realizing that he was staring down at a wet cunt in the naked trembling bottom half of a lady.

Just a cunt.

Just a pussy.

Just a vagina.

A wet, meaty, desirable hole.

His cock felt very, very hard.

The woman groaned and moaned, sitting up on her her knees, she was going to feel her body with her hands when she noticed they were still wearing socks, the shoes having been left empty on the ground in front of her.

“Talk about a stinker!” she then took them off and proceeded to joyfully touch her breasts. “Finally! Finally!”

Giggling, she toyed with her hard nipples and rather large areolas.

Her voice had a sensually dominant tone, imposing. She was a mature woman with a strong jawline, her hair was mostly blonde, her eyes brown with crows feet at their corners. Tall, fit, with long legs… The metamorphosis had melted the snow around her, enhancing the lewd show she was performing like a string of holiday lights.

“D-Darla…?” Harold mumbled.

Darla’s eyebrows lifted, she stopped playing with herself, looked back and sat on the ground, deliberately opening her legs in a way that showed off her pussy covered in dark-greyish pubes, which she began to touch with the tip of her finger showing no shame at all in her public exposure and seemingly enjoying the attention.

“Yes, that’s me,” she smirked maliciously. “Do you like what you see, lad?”

Harold gulped, he was blushing intensely.

“Your tits are pretty neat,” he answered in a very robotic way.

The woman's eyes opened wide,

Then she rolled them.

“Sigh, really? That’s the best you can say about your Christmas miracle?”

“S-sorry!”

“Stop saying that!”

“Okay!”

“I guess chivalry truly is dead. Let me just be clear, you don’t seem like the worst of guys even if you are quite slow and I like what I see in your pants,” Harold closed his legs. “I also may have been dumb enough to give my word to a cunt, but that means  less than nothing, because my cunt is just a cunt,”, she tapped her pussy. “Here’s the deal: I’m horny, you can be a clumsy mess as long as you aren’t a dickhead and I will guide you in bed in how to penetrate this meaty heaven, but nothing else, no compromises beyond that, understood?”

The nerdy guy eagerly nodded.

“Absolutely! Count me in!”

“Fine, now do your thing.”

Darla closed her eyes and waited, with a smug motherly smile on her face. Harold tapped his fingers nervously.

“Heeem… you are very cute…!”

The woman's eyes open again.

“What?! No, idiot! The coat! Cover me up! We are outside, it’s snowing, I’m freezing my naked ass off and there’s a lot of weirdos watching!”

“Oh… Oh! Yes, yes, right away!”

Quickly and clumsily Harold hurried to cover Darla with the coat, the woman chuckled honestly and took that opportunity to squeeze the nerd’s crotch.

An xmas song echoed in the distance.

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