Back to the Honeymoon

Milo was sitting in a lounge chair at the Hawaiian resort. He didn’t know where Devon had wandered off to, and frankly, he didn’t care. He was too busy enjoying the view. Six beautiful women were playing beach volleyball. One of the girls was rather young and plain-looking. No real tits to speak of and an ass that maybe perked up a little. She honestly looked like some of the girls on his old college or high school track teams: pretty, athletic, but not really feminine.

The more he stared at her, though, the more familiar she looked. She looked like she could be his sister, actually. The more he looked, the more he saw himself. This made the young man feel very uneasy. His unease grew into a rather intense stomach pain, almost like someone had reached up and grabbed him by the intestines and was now pulling him toward the beach volleyball game.

Milo felt himself physically lift off and fly toward the women playing volleyball. The skinny girl stopped what she was doing and just stared at him as he was literally flying through the air stomach-first. He quickly brought his hands up, trying to brace for impact as she just smiled knowingly.

Rather than feel pain, Milo felt dizzy, and he realized he was now standing on the beach playing volleyball. He felt relieved until he felt something wedged between his cheeks. As his gaze turned down, he saw that he was now wearing the same neon pink bikini as the flat-chested girl he was about to collide with.

“Paris, lookout!” On instinct, Milo looked up, seeing a beach ball headed his way. “Ahhhh!” Milo screamed, his voice rising to a much higher octave as he cowered in fear at the ball coming at his face.

“Don’t be such a drama queen, girly,” one of the other girls on his new volleyball team teased.

“Shut up! It was scary!” he claimed, sticking his tongue out in childish defiance.

Milo suddenly stopped. He didn’t want to say or do those things. Fear started to creep in more as his actions seemed more directed by something else than his own will. He started to feel like a passenger in his own body. But thankfully, he was able to shake himself out of it. “What the fuck is going on? What am I wearing! Who are you?”

“Bitch, calm down!” he heard another girl yell from the other side of the volleyball court. “It’s spring break, we’re in Hawaii! Let’s have fun!”

“Woooo!” the other girls screamed in unison, leaving poor Milo even more lost.

“Hawaii? Spring break?” he mumbled to himself as his body began to move again. “Like, whatever, let’s hit the pool then. It seems like a total vibe,” another girl said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward the hotel in the distance. As he was being led, her grasp started to feel wet and sticky. He looked down, and her hand looked like it was more of a flesh-colored paint than an actual hand.

“What the fuck!” he screamed again, trying to rip his hand away. But like quicksand, the more he fought, the more he was consumed.

“Don’t worry, girl, I got you,” this new girl said. Milo started to look at this new girl more. Her hair was longer. Her lips were fuller, too. She definitely looked like a girl. There was more curve to her hips than the previous girl—just as skinny, but girl-skinny and not boy-skinny. Her breasts were more apparent, too. Nothing to write home about, but a healthy B-cup. On her frame, it was nice, cute even. But her face was almost identical to his, but definitely more feminine.

Before he knew it, Milo felt disoriented again, but not for long. Soon, Milo felt his feet touch bottom. He felt weightless, like he was in water. Not like he was in water—he was actually in water. He was in the hotel’s pool.

“Alright, Paris, are you ready?” one of his companions asked as he moved toward the edge of the pool. Bouncing off the bottom of the pool was a new experience for him. He could clearly feel his ass bouncing way more than usual. But that wasn’t nearly as bad as his new tits. They weren’t huge, but the contrast of the weightless sensation of them being submerged when he went under the water and being forcefully pulled down when he bounced up and out of the water until he was able to grab the side was jarring.

“Alright, you know what to do. Fully submerge while holding onto the side of the pool. Bounce up until you are holding your whole upper body on the edge. Slowly lean forward, resting your upper body on top of the pools edge.”

Milo just bounced in the water, trying to comprehend the instructions.

“You’re gonna look so fire, babe! I promise it will make that cute little booty of yours pop!”

Milo submerged himself in the pool, keeping his now-manicured hands on the edge. With all his might, he kicked off the bottom, rising out of the water like a sexy mermaid until he felt his arms fully extended and his weight catch the edge of the pool. In this moment, Milo opened his eyes and looked forward, seeing another, even more feminine girl filming in front of him. Oddly, her face was hidden by her phone. As he made eye contact with the lens, he offered a sexy smile and began to lean forward, never losing eye contact as his head went below the camera, giving the videographer a rather scandalous view of his new ass being pushed up by the edge of the pool.

“God, Paris, I don’t think that’s sexy enough,” he heard a familiar voice tease him from behind.

“Oh, shut up, sis,” he heard the person filming say as she stood up, walking over him. He felt her feet on his back, pushing his new tits into the wet concrete. He began to feel disoriented again as his lower half now flipped out of the pool and merged with the person filming, who was now walking to the familiar voice. As he felt himself getting flipped upside down and doing something, he was now walking forward. He shook his head, trying to regain his balance. He wasn’t wet anymore; he was now at some kind of tiki bar. It must be the resort’s pool bar.

“So, how’s work going, big sis?” he heard as his vision started to go back into focus. As he blinked, he couldn’t fully understand what he saw. It looked like Devon, but not the Devon that he knew. This girl was much more of a knockout. Her tits weren’t starting to sag like Devon’s, and her face was much prettier and more youthful. Milo couldn’t help but feel excited seeing her. He much preferred this version of his wife.

“Work?” he asked, confused. Not just by his much more attractive wife, but what work?

“Oh, I didn’t mean anything by it, sorry!” Devon’s youthful eyes got large as she was clearly starting to panic. “I mean, a lot of people look down on sex work! But you know I don’t! I find how you own your sexuality really empowering.”

Milo was starting to be even more confused. “Sex work?” Milo was really lost now.

“Oh, that made you sound like a whore or something. No, nothing like that. Just your modeling. Yeah, modeling, that’s it,” Devon stated, feeling more relieved.

“Don’t worry about it, Becks,” Milo heard behind him as he felt an arm being draped over his shoulders. “Your sister and I are models, but what’s the difference between OF and porn, really?” he heard the voice of his friend Heather. “No, that wasn’t her name,” he thought to himself.

“All that matters is that they, like and subscribe,” she says as she extends her arm, catching a video of her and Paris. Paris’s instincts take over, and she puckers her lips, pushes her elbows together while lifting her left heel, and makes sensual eye contact with the camera.

“What the fuck was that?” he thought to himself as he heard himself say, “Let’s hit the clubs first.”

He then felt himself be pulled backward again until he felt his body press up against something large. Not something large, but someone large. Two massive hands quickly and possessively gripped his thighs and pushed his hips and butt back. He hyperextended his knees until his ass hit his dance partner’s crotch. The strong hands began kneading his thighs. He felt them start to inflate. As they grew, they began to rub together. The hands began to make his now-supple thighs sway to the sensual club music.

“God, Paris, your body is amazing,” he heard the deep, possessive voice of a man behind him. The voice sounded familiar. They continued to sway. The anonymous man was speaking, but Milo couldn’t hear. He leaned back, trying to hear or get a look at his dance partner, and ended up resting his back and head against the strong, muscular chest. He tried to look back but still couldn't see. He fished his right arm up and placed it on the back of the man’s head. He was trying to pull the face closer so he could see who was talking. He had to know who this man was. He was familiar, but what was it?

“Come on, baby, you know what daddy wants.”

“Daddy? Who’s daddy?” flashed through his mind.

One hand slowly began working its way up until it was on his lower back. He felt the hand push, making him bend at the waist.

“Daddy loves it when I twerk on his cock,” Paris thought as she began to gyrate her butt on her lover’s growing member. Every time she popped her hips, she felt the penis slap between her cheeks, growing more and more enticing. As his dick grew, it seemed like her ass grew as well. Her growing cheeks were able to surround the invading cock more and more as she danced.

“The fuck am I doing?” Milo was able to push through once more. He turned to face his dancing partner, only to be blinded by a spotlight.

“Next up is the sultry Paris!” the loudspeaker proclaimed as he walked out from behind a stage in a white, oversized t-shirt. “Paris lives for tanning on the beach and doing fun dances for her followers,” he heard as she continued to strut across a stage in high heels and an oversized t-shirt. “Paris hopes to make it as a model and influencer.” She turned again and started heading toward the center stage. She stopped with her feet apart and hands on her hips. Her t-shirt was long enough that it looked more like a dress than a shirt. He was able to see a banner behind the crowd. It read “Wet T-Shirt Contest.” He looked at the crowd in front of him. They were holding different sizes of water bottles, cups, and even squirt guns.

“So tell us, sweetie, what makes you wet?” The question made Milo want to vomit. Instead of his last meal coming up, words came out instead.

“Oh, gawd! You’re so bad!” giggle “Um, what gets me wet? Well, honestly, I’m kind of a size queen,” she squealed in mock embarrassment as she bit her extended nail.

“Good answer!” the MC stated as the crowd screamed in response and they poured a large amount of water on her. As Milo felt the water cascade over him, he couldn't help but see his reflection in one of the bar windows. As his now-drenched white shirt clung to his body, his breasts grew even larger. They were soon as big as his sister Becks', then they even passed those. Eventually, they settled on what could only be described as porn star tits.

“Let’s hear it for Paris!” he heard as the overhead light slowly began to fade. Milo felt himself start to wake up. What a fucking nightmare. Did he really dream about being turned into a woman? He reached down and felt his cock between his legs. It was already at full attention.

“God, that feels good,” he said to himself, relieved to have his cock again.

“You’re such a slut,” he heard a deeper, manly voice say behind him. It was then he realized it wasn’t his dick he was stroking, but a man’s—his man’s, his “daddy.”

“That’s right, baby. And daddy’s all ready for you.” He felt the cock pull back between his thighs as the large body that was spooning him laid on his back. Milo, too, rolled over to see Samuel in all his masculine glory, cock at full attention.

“Mmmm, I can’t wait,” Paris says as she gets up on her knees to startle her lover and thank him for a magical spring break weekend.

Milo’s eyes snap open. He’s awake now.

“FUCK!”