Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

The Gender Flu (Original Modern)

Commission

Themes: Genderbending, Rough Sex, Oral Sex

Summary: The Gender Flu, a virus that turns infected males into females for twenty-four to forty-eight hours. However, if they cum while a woman, it becomes permanent.

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It was just a normal day until he got to school and couldn’t see his best friend anywhere. Seeing as they always made sure to meet each other outside and then head in together, Chris just figured his bro was running behind. Only… as he was standing there waiting for the other guy, the oddest thing happened.
 
“Chris!”
 
Blinking, he turns and does a double take as one of the cutest girls he’s ever seen walks up to him. Brunette with big brown eyes and a smattering of freckles across her face, she’s wearing a cute skirt and a thick sweater. Except the sweater is clearly a size too small for her, because her chest is straining against it, redefining the phrase ‘sweater puppies’ and drawing the eye in a way that immediately makes Chris feel self-conscious.
 
Flushing a little bit, he quickly looks back up, trying to maintain eye contact as the strange girl stands in front of him, also growing a little red. The thing is… Chris knows all of the hot chicks at their school. Or rather, he knows of them. None of them would normally give a nerd like him the time of day, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t recognize all of them on sight.
 
This girl? She’s not one of them. In fact, he’s never seen her before in his life. As far as he knows, she doesn’t even go to this school. So how the hell does she know his name? Feeling like he’s being pranked, Chris clears his throat.
 
“Err… yeah?”
 
Blushing a bit harder, the freckled brunette fiddles with her sleeves for a moment, twisting this way and that before finally blurting it out.
 
“It’s m-me, idiot! Morgan!”
 
Chris’ eyes widen in understanding and disbelief as he finally comprehends just who he’s looking at. In all fairness, your first instinct upon being approached by a super sexy girl isn’t going to be ‘my best bro got turned into a chick’. And yet… well, here they were.
 
It was called the Gender Flu. And yes, the ‘genderfluid’ jokes were kind of overdone. Having been around for about two years now, it had become both a fact of life and still something that most of the world was wrapping their heads around. But put simply… the Gender Flu did one thing and one thing only. It turned guys into girls. Every male who became infected turned into a female, full stop.
 
It wasn’t the end of the world though, necessarily, because like all flus, the illness passed in a day or two and reverted the infected back into their original male form in twenty-four to forty-eight hours. There was just one caveat… if the infected had an orgasm as a female, the influx of chemicals to their brain made the transformation permanent and left them female for the rest of their lives.
 
You would think that it wouldn’t be THAT hard to avoid such a thing. Sure, men were stereotyped as horn dogs, but if it was the choice between being a woman forever or getting to go back to being a man, surely they could keep themselves out of trouble for a day or two, right? Except no, because the flu’s other symptoms were increased sensitivity and libido. Basically, the vast majority of people who got the Gender Flu were so horrendously turned on by their new bodies that they didn’t last. Whether it was because they had sex or just because they masturbated, almost every infected male stayed female. Certainly, every dude that Chris had ever heard of stayed female.
 
Chris, meanwhile, was immune to the Gender Flu. One of the lucky few, as it were. So it wasn’t like he had to go running screaming for the hills in the face of Morgan’s illness or anything like that. At the same time though…
 
Looking at Morgan, his best friend since grade school and now a smoking hot chick, Chris grimaces. Now that he knows who it is, he recognizes the clothes of Morgan’s older sister… who was herself a hottie, though not as hot as Morgan was now.
 
“Are you, uh… okay?”
 
Morgan blinks, her eyes having drifted down to his crotch in the awkward silence that had followed his declaration. Darting back up to his face, the freckled brunette blushes a little harder and bites her lower lip for a moment before nodding.
 
“Y-Yeah! I’m f-fine… not to worry, I’m doing alright. Just… gotta get through the next day or two, right?”
 
Right… right…
 
“In the meantime, don’t treat me any differently! We’re still bros!”
 
“Okay… sure…”
 
As Morgan heads inside the building and Chris follows, he tries not to stare at his best friend’s ass. He really, really does.
 
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“Hah! Gotcha again!”
 
“H-Heh… yeah…”
 
Chris was… struggling. Really struggling. School had been one thing. At least there he could focus on class and not spend too much time staring at Morgan. Lunch had been torturous, but again… there was food to distract him at least. But then the school day was over and here he and Morgan were, back at his house for the day, playing games like always.
 
Except not like always, because normally Morgan wasn’t sitting sideways on the couch with her legs draped across his lap. Also, she’d taken off the sweater her mother had made her wear because none of her sister’s old bras fit her, and revealed a very tightly fitted tank top that did nothing to hide her nipples and BARELY contained her tits.
 
Did she even realize she was doing it? Did it really matter? Chris couldn’t take it anymore. And as Morgan wins yet another match, he finds himself taking a hand off his controller… and setting it on her leg. Immediately, his best friend jolts and looks to where he’s touching her, blushing slightly.
 
“C-Chris…”
 
“Morgan… do you know what you’ve been doing to me all day?”
 
Something in his gruff, raspy voice must get through to her, because she blushes harder and then sets her own controller down.
 
“You can… touch me if you-eep!”
 
Whether she was going to say ‘like’ or ‘want’, Chris never finds out. He’s on top of her in an instant, groping her tits and feeling up her body as she squeaks, squirming helplessly beneath him. She makes no effort to push him away though… in fact, her chest thrusts up into his hands, her back arching as she moans from his touch.
 
Chris has never been harder, but he has no intention of going further than this. Really he doesn’t. Which is why he’s so surprised when he suddenly feels open air down by his crotch and a pair of feminine hands wrap around his cock. They both freeze at that and look down between them, where Morgan’s hands have moved completely of their own accord and pulled his dick out of his pants to stroke it.
 
“Morgan…”
 
“This… this is fine…”
 
Was it fine? They were tempting fate, weren’t they? Slowly, Chris finds himself sitting back down. He tells himself he’s trying to pull away, but he doesn’t actually move fast enough for that. Instead, Morgan is able to easily follow him up off of the couch until she’s kneeling on the cushion, her hands still latched onto his cock.
 
Chris watches his best friend stroke his dick with both hands. He watches her stare at his member as it throbs and pulses needily in her soft, feminine palms. This is supposed to be his bro… but her tits are practically hanging out of her tank top and her ass is peeking out from under her skirt. There’s nothing ‘bro-like’ about Morgan right now. She’s all woman, all female.
 
“I guess… I guess I have to use m-my mouth, don’t I? Because my hands aren’t enough?”
 
That’s not quite right. The truth is her hands are more than enough. In fact, he’s already on the edge. But Chris doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t tell her to stop here, even though he probably should. He stays silent… and Morgan only hesitates for a moment more before sucking his dick in between her plush, cock-sucking lips. Fuck, he knows for a fact that his best friend is a virgin. They both like girls… or at least in Morgan’s case, they did. But they’re also both turbo-nerds, which means no girl has ever given them the time of day.
 
And yet here they are, with Morgan sucking his cock like a champ. She sucks his dick like she was born to it and the reluctance in her voice doesn’t carry over to her actions because she’s gulping down his man meat like there’s no tomorrow. Chris groans and slides a hand through Morgan’s hair, gripping down tightly as he gets closer and closer. In the end, maybe he’s a little too rough about it, pushing her along his shaft… but he can’t help himself. She’s just too fucking sexy.
 
“Morgan… I’m cumming!”
 
He does warn her at least. He even relaxes the grip on her hair so she can pull back… if she wants. But instead, Morgan dives down deeper and is soon gurgling as she guzzles down his load, swallowing his jizz like it’s the best thing ever. Chris’ eyes widen as he groans, his balls clenching from how fast she slurps out his seed. He can hardly believe this is happening… and yet there it is.
 
Pulling back off of his cock, Morgan sits up and kneels there next to him for a moment. The two stare at each other wordlessly until finally, she breaks the silence.
 
“You should fuck me.”
 
Needless to say, that wasn’t what Chris was expecting to hear. His eyes bulge out of his skull at that, his gaze immediately darting down to Morgan’s crotch. He COULD fuck her, and his cock even twitches back to life, growing hard again quite rapidly at the idea. But at the same time…
 
“It’ll be fine. So long as I don’t cum, then I won’t be a permanent girl. And besides, we both know porn lies to us. Women don’t cum nearly as often as men. In fact, lots of women don’t orgasm at all from conventional sex. So really, there’s barely any risk involved, right? And with this… with this, we’ll have both lost our virginity.”
 
That’s… all true. But it seems like it’s ignoring the major caveat. That being, Morgan right now is not like most women. She’s primed and ready to blow thanks to the symptoms of the Gender Flu. He can SEE how aroused she is. How turned on she is. And he can tell that this suggestion is not really just coming from a place of ‘let’s lose our virginities bro!’. No, this is…
 
And yet, Chris doesn’t say anything. He pushes Morgan back down again, something that makes her squeak and blush all the harder. He grabs her tank top and finally yanks it up over her massive tits, letting the perky yet large breasts bounce free. And then he does the same to her skirt, yanking it up to reveal a pantyless crotch and a sopping wet pussy. When Chris gives Morgan a curious look at the fact that she’s gone commando, she just scowls at him.
 
“W-What? You think I’m gonna wear panties o-or something? I’m not gay, bro.”
 
Right. Sure. And this… this was just to lose their virginities. Morgan wouldn’t cum. And he’d have his best bro back in a day or two. In the meantime, this… this was fine.
 
Placing the head of his throbbing erection against Morgan’s slit, Chris nevertheless hesitates, despite every instinct telling him to go for it.
 
“Morgan…”
 
“Just do it already, FUCK!”
 
Well. Fuck indeed. With a grunt, Chris shoves himself forward and spears Morgan’s twat right there on the couch. Now, obviously he has no clue what he’s doing. But between Morgan’s increased sensitivity, hyper-intensified libido, and resulting wetness from her overwhelming arousal, it doesn’t matter. Chris’s cock disappears into her cunt as it sucks him up into it, a groan leaving his lips as he tears right through her hymen and feels her tightness. As for Morgan…
 
“OOOOOOOOH~”
 
Chris’ head had tilted back, his eyes closing as he felt how good she felt… but they snap open now and he looks down to see Morgan making a really sexy expression on her cute freckled face as she… immediately came around his cock. Chris might never have done this before, but he would have to be a complete idiot not to recognize this explosive, gushing, squirting mess of an orgasm for what it is. And in that moment… Morgan seals her fate, becoming permanently female.
 
Feeling sudden overwhelming guilt, Chris tries to pull back.
 
“Morgan! I’m so sor-!”
 
But before he can finish the sentence, she reaches out with lightning speed and grabs him, pulling him down and holding him to her.
 
“Shut up. Shut up and fuck me already, you bastard~”
 
Her voice heavy with lust, her eyes filled with desire, his best friend proceeds to plunge her tongue into Chris’ mouth, even as her arms loop around the back of his neck, pulling him down into the tongue-filled kiss. Chris… Chris yields. How can he do anything but give in? She’s so absurdly tight it’s not even funny. With a muffled groan into Morgan’s lips, he begins to really fucking pound her, railing her into the bed with all his might and speed.
 
Of course, as mentioned previously, he IS a nerd. Still, with adrenaline coursing through every fiber of his being, Chris is able to go harder and longer than he’s ever done with any other physical activity in his life. It’s the least he can do really, since he’s played a part in irrevocably changing his best friend’s life forever. For the better? For the worse? Only time would tell. But that it HAD been changed was… undeniable.
 
Still, Morgan cums for him again and again, so that’s nice at least. Her pussy walls clench and squeeze down around his dick rhythmically, constantly milking him of his next load. Only the fact that he already came in her mouth before keeps him from blowing his second release inside of her too early. By the time Chris DOES tip over the edge again, Morgan has orgasmed twelve more times around his dick. He’s counted.
 
Finally, he dumps his second load deep inside of his best friend’s womb. He fills her with his seed. She, like practically all of the other infected, succumbs to the allure of being a woman. Chris is just glad he’s immune… though part of him does still feel guilty as they pull apart and look into each other’s eyes.
 
“I really am sorry, Morgan. I shouldn’t have let this get so far.”
 
Giggling, Morgan shakes her head as she smiles up at him.
 
“You don’t have to apologize for what we chose to do together, Chris. Besides… being a chick is actually kind of awesome. And I’ve already got a leg up on all of the others… MY time as a woman starts with me already having a boyfriend~”
 
Chris blinks, confused for a second… and then realizes what she means and smiles a goofy smile in return.
 
“Yeah… yeah, it does.”
 
With that, they kiss again… and fuck some more, the game they were playing forgotten for the time being as they explore a new favorite pastime… each other’s bodies.

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