Pillow 17 - Getting ready for party

(Woman into Reversion Syndrome)*

As soon as she entered her college room the petite redhead sighed with relief, rubbing her bushy eyebrows she threw her backpack onto the nearest chair. Then she removed her shoes and then her socks.

Tiny, thin, pale, with long red hair. A young woman. Billie Rory, nerd empress, was the best student, the perfect christian girl, president of half a dozen clubs, the highest test scores, the favorite of the teachers and about to become a biology major.

Yet, for some reason that escaped her comprehension, not too popular among the other students despite her best efforts.

As she walked she removed her blouse, then unfastened her bra and let it slide down her soft skin onto the floor. She took a moment to fondle her small breasts with their tender pink areola.

She took another moment to remove her pants and, as you may expect, her Daisy Duck panties. A verdant bush of red pubic hair surrounded the virginal lips of her sex. Billie scratched it and stood, fully naked, minus her big square black glasses, in front of the mirror.

Another sigh.

The woman shook her lips and wondered.

“Maybe I should shave?” she cocked her head to the left. “It is a beach party after all... Hmm...” her legs and armpits were indeed quite neglected.

Billie had a plan tonight, one that didn’t involve studying or writing essays.

Her plan was to break into the huge frat party that was going to happen after the sun had gone down at the town’s beach.

She wasn’t invited, neither was her skinny boyfriend Dean, but they were going to pull a vindictive and clearly misguided attempt against all those jocks and cheerleaders that made fun of them.

Sliding her fingers around her crotch Billie giggled.

Yeah, maybe you could say that her “best efforts” to get along with everybody at the college that didn’t hold any status had been... poor... That, as some would say, she was a frigid judgemental puritanical bitch and that when she outed one of the cheerleaders for getting pregnant in the college’s newspaper,and to the cheerleader’s family, it had been quite the dick move.

But you couldn’t blame her...

“I’m a good girl...!” she mumbled as her finger tips rubbed dangerously close to her moistening vaginal lips. “Uh...! WHAT WAS THAT?!”

Billie spun and looked behind herself, she was alone, but she could have sworn that she had heard something.

A lingering presence in the back of her head.

She touched the nape of her neck, then held her hands together over her chest... she could feel the beating of her heart increasing in speed... her nipples hardening...

Her breath hastening...

Billie looked at herself in the mirror, that naked reflection of her pale pure virginity, her hazel eyes dilated with terror as the realization hit harshly.

The young woman moved a hand across her trembling lips.

“I’m... I’m...” her voice broke slightly, she gulped. “I’m going to reverse...” she gasped.

In her mind, her other self, the true owner of her body and flesh, couldn’t hold it in any longer after weeks of waiting.

“Pffffffffffft....!” the manly voice laughed loudly and boastfully, echoing around the walls of Billie’s skull. “It took you long enough to notice, Willy Dong! And you consider yourself the smartest? You look like quite the sluggish cock to me!”

Billie took a couple steps back, staring at her reflection, pale and horny at the same time.

“How could  I have been so blind?” she cried, grabbing the sides of her head.

The girl had written a couple of thesese about the Reversion Syndrome, they had been her best works, she was an expert in the matter. The syndrome that made some people become genitalia whilst their genitalia become people.

She was well aware of all the nooks and crannies that were involved in the process of genitalia-fication. Of how the true selves form.

Of how inevitable it was once the first symptoms showed themselves.

Of how permanent the end result was.

How hadn’t she noticed? The small alterations, her growing arousal... the cackling whispers roaming her dreams and the corners of her mind...

“Because you were in denial, Willy Dong!” told her owner to the about to change woman. “You were in denial that you are my cock, but time finally caught your skinny white ass and now is time to get on your place: My crotch!”

Billie shook her head.

“N-No... NO! I’m not a penis! I... I haven’t reach climax yet...” her panicking brain going at full speed. “Yes...!” she chuckled in despair. “If a biological rule exists there’s no reason for it to be universal! I will resist! Everybody else was just weak, but I’m brilliant! I will stand my ground! I’m a person, you are just a delusion! A sad figment of my subconscious!”

“Oh, danged!” laughed the owner. “I’m glad to have a cock so up of itself, but you really believe that crap? You really thing yourself better than every single other twat and dick on history? Honey, I’m sorry, this is a reversion tale and you cock meat!”

Billie looked down at her crotch, vibrantly furious.

“I AM A WOMAN!” she shout. “Not a cock! You are nothing but my cunt and you are going to stay down there!”

“You sure of that?” asked her owner.

“YES!”

“Then what about...”

A flash crossed Billie’s mind, a hard, big, powerful veiny pale penis with some red pubic hair.

It was her future...

It was all she needed for her knees to trembled together and her pussy to squish.

“NNNNNNNNNMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

She came with a silly face as the wave of pleasure cross her body... until she realize what just happened...

“No! No! No! Nnghhhhhhhhhhh!” in instant she lost control of her arms, they started to twist and snap in front of her eyes. “NOOOOOOOO!”

Finger shrunk into toes, palms elongated into soles, elbows into knees, arms into legs. As they reform to match the new body alignment they also grew in power and strength, muscular and fit.

The legs of a big man, the antithesis of the nerdy girl.

Her limbs move free, wiggling around ignoring her commands, a woman with a pair of large hairy manly legs for arms.

She keep yelling and complaining.

Humiliated, upset... horny...

Every inch of her body twitched with pleasure, but that couldn’t make her forget the end that awaited her when the changes reach their conclusion.

The throwing cock of a moron.

“Still thinking you can’t stop it, Willy Dong?“ mocked the voice inside her head.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck you!”she groaned.

“There’s going to be a lot of fucking once we are done, you can be sure of that, pal! But first...!”

“What... Wha are you doing now? No... Stop! Stop, I order you to sssssssssstoooooo!”

Orgasm zapped Billie’s mind as her vaginal lips spread, leaking wet, they opened and closed and then... the tongue came out...

The tongue slapped around, making the woman moan, she lost control of her legs and collapse to the floor. The same change that happened to her arms took hold of her legs, but on the reverse.

Legs into arms, knees into elbows, soles into palms, toes stretched into fingers.

As she roll over the floor her pussy keep clapping, shifting into something that was more mouth than sex hole... her pubic hair shorten into beard... teeth, a smirk and finally what she fear the most...

“HERE I COME!” the triumphal shout coming out of her groins.

”NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Despite her moans and protests the take over of that rampant masculinity continued unstoppable his claim of Billie’s flesh. Her body grew larger, wider, muscular, less feminine by the second. In her crotch the smiling mouth fully form, ears, eyes, a face... a head... a neck...

Billie finally saw the attractive squared face of her true self, the owner of her penis existence. He was a chad jock jerk, a dominant egocentric absolutely full of himself.

The woman’s face was vividly red, her neck stiffing and her breasts swelling, tears in her eyes as she stared at the jock.

“YOU ARE A CUNT!” she cried.

The jock remain happy and undisturbed, certain that he would be the only one qualifiable as person when it was over.

“I was a cunt, your twat, but now you are my cock!” he grin. “Come on, darling, don’t waste your last verbal conversation throwing a toddler’s tantrum, we should get in both terms before your brain becomes jeez!”

Billie had a lot of trouble shacking her head.

”I hate you...! You are not gonna make me submit...! You are going to being my twat and nothing elssssssseeee...” she gurgled and gasped. “And when you are back at being the full c-c-cunt you are... I’m gonna fill you with dildos!”

“As nice as that sounds I thing I’m gonna pass the kind offer, Willy Dong,” he snapped the knuckles of his new hands, starting to get up as Billie go down. “In part because we both shared a brain and know that’s a lie: You were planning to wait until marriage! Until marriage despite being crazed horny sadomasochist!”

The woman’s neck got more stiff.

“Don’t you dare!”

“I do dare, darling! Your prudish bullshit was turning me crazy and you wanted me to wait for you to hunt a money bags husband? That if you were lucky and didn’t ended as a crazy cat lady and I a dusty hole full of cobwebs!”

“Shut up...!”

“No, no, but don’t worry, my cock, I have a better plan: We are gonna break that beach party, we are gonna bully poor excuse for a femboy you have as a boyfriend...”

Billie was laying on the floor as her once-cunt stood tall with a powerful torso.

“...Ahhhh... I... Leave Dean out of this!” she moaned.

“Nah, we are gonna bully him... and when the jocks thing we are on their side we are gonna humiliate them in front of everybody! And then we are gonna fuck him and the head cheerleader at the same time! You can’t deny is a hundred times better than your shitty go to the beach to get humiliated plan!”

His other self couldn’t answer, she had her lips shut as her neck keep widening and images of her full penis-persona drilling holes flashes hot in her mind.

“...hmmmmmmph...!”

The man put a finger on his forehead.

“Oh, there’s another thing.”

“W-what?” dared to ask Billie.

“Lucky I keep your knowledge, cum-for-brains, and is about time!”

“What are you...”

“Is knock time!”

In an instant Billie whole torso twisted over itself as she was properly re-positioned in the crotch between the muscular legs. Her glasses fell off and when her dizzy eyes focused she saw herself in mirror.

A reflection of horror.

Only her breasts and head remain between her owner’s leg, slowly deforming and shrinking.

“No! No, please... Please... How could this happen to me...! TO ME!” her cries sounded pitch as she keep diminishing into dick-doom.

Her teeth slowly gone, her tongue swell, her hair recede and curled into pubic. Down the neck the breasts got hairy, swelling into something that looked more as a pair of balls.

She gurgled in misery, losing almost all control as her face and whole head was stretched into a veiny smooth phallus.

Above her the owner sat crossing his legs. When Billie was small and cock enough he grabbed her with one hand while with the other he put Billie’s nerdy glasses on the mutating sexual appendage.

“Look at yourself! Look!” told the owner to his penis. “You are the largest, strongest, biggest cock in the whole campus! Be proud of what you are Willy Dong!”

Billie could barely gurgle as her inflated tongue spread her lips, the head of the penis, a tiny clench opened in the tip. She was indeed quite a big chunk of penis meat... being hold by her owner... big and small at once...

She was a stiff hardon with a pair of watery small eyes on the base, her lips wrinkled into foreskin.

“I’m sincere when I say that I want to get along with you, you are my dick, whatever we want or not, so give up already your pretensions,” he slide a thumb over the back of his phallus and the cock twitched upwards. “You see it in the mirror, so be a good penis, seal the deal with the last words you will ever speak!”

What was left of the young woman’s brain was truly melting into boiling sperm.

“...gggggggghhhhh...!”

There was only room for the idea of penetrating... so many things she wanted to be, to have, her future, her life... but this was her luck, her intellect and dignity squeezed to the desire of slamming the pussy of the woman that had bullied her for years... the heat...

The suffocating heat, the end of the changes, the fingers around her tubular shape.

Billie put a lot of effort into gasping that last cry.

“Nggghhhhhhh... Am jussssht Chandler’s ssssstupid cooooock!”

Chandler laughed surprised. When the cock’s eyes closed the penis thrust forward, the glasses feel off to the floor and got rained in the floor by a splash of cum.

A pale redhead cock in the mirror.

The man got up, smiling radiantly, feeling his dick starting to go flaccid. He scratched the base of the dong.

“Alright!” he said. “Let’s go crash that party and have a blast of a night!”

After leaving clear his intentions he began to look around for some usable clothes, kicking without noticing the cum stained glasses... his cock shivering with anticipation...