Craig and Cam merge to make Carrie, a busty party girl

Previously:

Cam, a chubby Latina student, was **** to take care of her younger brothers and father after her mother died. Her life took another turn after running into a muscular trans woman at the gym. Red gave her an unbelievable story about a magic necklace, but sometimes being an ally means smiling and nodding. The last thing she expected was a message out of the blue asking for help getting laid and magical experiments after Red got rejected by her crush.

Cam

“You want me to be your wingman?”

Cam’s arms were crossed as she gave Red an incredulous look.

“Well, yeah. Wingwoman. Although I thought the magical merge experiment would be the part you’d be skeptical about.”

Red paced Lily’s apartment nervously. Craig, the guy she was smitten over, had yet to arrive, and the girl was stalking the room like a cat.

Getting laid would probably do her a lot of good. But how do I tell her I won’t be much help?

Cam has dressed conservatively in a black sweater and jeans. If Red meant for them to go out together, she would have to try to find something to wear.

“The necklace is whatever. I’ll believe it when I see it. What I can’t believe is that a girl who looks like you needs help picking up guys. And that you think I could help.”

“Well, it’s not like I have a ton of friends,” Red admitted sheepishly. “But why not you?”

“It’s just … not my scene.”

I’ve been busy keeping the family together while working and getting a degree. Like I had any luck finding a guy before. Sure, they would check out my boobs, but no one wanted to ask out the fat brown girl.

“Even before mom got sick and I got too busy for that kind of stuff,” Cam explained, “I was hardly the partying type. You’re better off asking a pretty, popular girl for help.”

“Hold on, you’re hella pretty,” Red objected.

“That’s sweet of you to say, but you don’t need to protect my feelings,” Cam insisted. “I know who I am and that there are just some things I’ll never be.”

Red gave her a long look, then an exasperated sigh.

“Oh yeah. You and Craig are going to get along just fine.”

Cam furrowed her brow in protest before being interrupted by a knock at the door. Red jumped off the edge of the bed where she was sitting and rushed to the door. Cam noticed her take a moment to redo her ponytail and subtly adjust her sports bra and hoodie before opening the door with a smile on her face.

“Oh, hey Craig! We were just talking about you.”

Oh, she’s down bad.

A lanky, scruffy young man stepped in. His plain white t-shirt, while wrinkled, at least looked clean. He noticed her chest, but was nice enough to immediately move his gaze to her face and nod a greeting.

“You must be Camila. I’m Craig. It’s nice to meet you. Red told me you’re willing to help us with an experiment.”

Well, at least he’s respectful. But from what Red told me, this is his fault.

“I’m here because you couldn’t man up, and now my friend needs help with a booty call.”

“I-man up? I mean-“ Craig stuttered.

“It’s okay, Craig,” Red cooed. “She doesn’t mean that. You’re very manly to stay true to Lily. It’s noble what you’re doing.”

Cam rolled her eyes and scoffed.

Ugh. I don’t think I can take it if she has to baby him all night.

“We’ll get to that later,” Red continued. “But first, let’s break out the necklace. This may actually help with the next part.”

“Sure, let’s get this over with. I hired a babysitter for this, so we better not be staying in playing D&D all night.”

Craig looked offended as he pulled out a golden necklace from under his shirt. After taking it off, he held it out carefully in one hand.

“Red, you told her it’s real magic, right?”

“Yeah, dude. I told her. I didn’t say she believed it. In her defense, it sounds crazy.”

The two shared a look before Craig shrugged and Red turned back to Cam.

“Look, Cam, we’re trying to do this as ethically. I need to know that you consent to taking part in a merger.”

The hairs on the back of Cam’s neck stood up, and she had to suppress a chill at the sight of the ancient jewelry. Still, she pushed down her hesitancy as mere superstition.

“Fine, ‘I consent.’ Happy?”

“We’ll see,” Craig responded cryptically.

“It certainly looks legit, I’ll give you that.”

Cam walked over to Craig and bent slightly to get a better look at the necklace and its eerie green gem.

“So…” Craig started casually, “who were you thinking of merging w-Wait!”

But it was too late. Cam had reached out to hold the gem, and the moment she touched it, green light filled the room. The chain came alive, snapping around the two hands, bringing them together. Two shouts of surprise filled the room when the hands collapsed into an amorphous blob of flesh connecting the two wrists.

“What the fuck is going on?” Cam yelled, unsuccessfully trying to pull her arm back. She only managed to pull the skinny man toward her.

“Calm down, Camila,” Craig said soothingly. “It’s just the magic starting. A new person gets made from both of us, but it doesn’t hurt. It feels pretty good, actually.”

“Wait, it’s real? Everything you said?” Cam turned to Red, shocked. “You’re really not trans?”

Red let out an exasperated moan, theatrically rolling her eyes.

“For the last time, I never had surgery or hormones. I didn’t choose this. I’m just… okay with it.”

“But I’m merging with a guy! Does that mean I’m going to end up like…you?”

“Would that be so bad?”

Red looked away and crossed her arms, hurt.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean for you. It’s-I mean…”

“It’s okay,” Craig interjected, calmly. “Sometimes they end up that way, but not always. Let’s try making a woman when we come together. Look at me. Deep breaths. Let’s start with the hand. Think of the best combination of the two of us. What kind of hand would she have?”

To her surprise, the shapeless mass connecting them trembled pleasantly and formed into a single hand. It was dainty with long, slender fingers and manicured nails.

“We did it!” Craig said, nodding his head in encouragement.

A thought struck Cam.

“Wait, what about you? This means you’ll have to be a girl.”

Craig responded with a shrug and a resigned grin.

“It’s fine. I’ve been called a girl for years.”

Looking on, Red frowned, but remained silent.

“Now we keep going, part by part,” Craig continued. “Don’t worry, I’ve done this before. We’re in this together.”

I’m starting to see what she sees in him.

Cam watched in awe as the necklace brought their forearms together before traveling further up their conjoined arm. She watched in fascination as her arm slimmed with its dark hair retracting as it joined with Craig’s. The new limb was revealed as the necklace passed: thin, fair, and with hair so fine and light it was practically invisible.

“¡Dios mío…!” A perfect, beautiful arm. Tears threatened to well up in Cam’s eyes. It was better than she could have imagined.

Craig stifled a moan as their shoulders joined, and Cam realized she had started getting sensation from her new hand, and it felt wonderful. The pleasure was distracting, but she tried to keep in mind the vision of the body she wanted: thin, perky, and only padded in the places she wanted. She glanced at Craig to see that he was concentrating as well, only he was staring at her right breast as it squished against the smooth skin of their merged arm.

Let him stare. Soon enough, they’ll be his, too.

“It’s working,” Red gasped. “With me and Craig, we could make it go faster when we pushed into each other. Do you want to try that?”

“We got this,” Craig answered. “You want to stay female, so keep that in mind. A woman with our.. features. Ready?”

Cam nodded and tried to keep focused as she pushed into Craig. With a surge, his torso absorbed most of her mass. Her sweater thinned to the texture of Craig’s t-shirt and molded itself against their new form. She felt it hug tight to their new ribs. As their hips collided, she tried to maintain focus.

A woman. A full biological woman. No penis. A pretty vagina with small, delicate labia minora. Perfect for a carefree hot girl. The kind I was never allowed to be.

Heat bloomed between her legs when Craig’s pelvis joined hers. As their nervous systems briefly linked, she could feel the unfamiliar sensation of his penis hugged by his underwear. She sighed in relief when it shrank, colliding with her clitoris and compressing into a furiously sensitive button. She had never felt it so insistent and needy. Just the friction of her now impossibly tight jeans was pushing her to the edge.

Meanwhile, her jeans were shortening and tightly gripping her midsection. Her belly melted away under the pressure of the animated waistband, revealing a sexy expanse of flat tummy.

A new pressure against the side of Cam’s head made her vision blur. Strange, new thoughts swirled through her mind. She watched as her newly merged hand tentatively travelled to a thick nipple, now defiantly tenting her thin, skin-tight shirt.

¡Ay, mis tetas…! How can they feel so good?

It feels like my dick is sticking out of my chest.

Her vision clearing, the new woman’s mind and personality were forming from the lust-filled desires of the two who made her. With a squelch, their remaining arm and leg blended into the new body. After a brief adjustment, a matching pair of hands eagerly grabbed gravity-defying tits, feeling their weight and twisting turgid nipples. The twin monuments to youthful femininity rewarded her with a wave of pleasure.

Now this is what boobs are supposed to feel like.

Even as she thought it, she wasn’t sure if she meant the sensation of squeezing or being squeezed. Time stood still as she fondled herself, trying different levels of pressure: now softer, now harder. Before she knew it, the pleasure radiating from her chest reached a crescendo and resonated throughout her newly formed body. She let out a shameless scream when the unexpected orgasm reached her sensitive clit, her hand flying to it. Wave after wave assaulted her, running from her scalp all the way to her curled toes. After the final trembling shudder, she collapsed in a boneless heap.

When the woman came to, her head was clear. Rather than separate personalities within her psyche, she could somehow feel Cam and Craig as integrated parts of herself. She opened her eyes to find Red kneeling over her, a concerned look on her face.

“These things are heavenly,” she moaned, cupping her boobs gently. “You’ve gotta try them sometime.”

“I can’t even tell if you’re talking about sex or merging.”

“Mmmm,” she moaned, rubbing her thighs together. “What’s the difference?”

Red rolled her eyes.

“You need some privacy …?” Red started to ask before stumbling on the new person’s name.

“Oooh, let’s come up with a name. Say the first one you think of on three! One… Two… Three…”

“Cram?” Red asked.

“Carina!” She corrected. “Call me Carrie! But you were totally close!”

The newly named Carrie giggled as Red helped her to her feet. Her legs were still wobbly, and she leaned on her friend for support.

“Carina,” Red said, feeling the name in her mouth. “That’s pretty.”

Carrie’s eyes shot open. She took a second to carefully put the Merge Necklace away, a habit borne from Craig’s meticulous nature, before rushing to the mirror.

“OMG! I’m so hawt!”

Carrie stared in awe at her reflection. Her hands trembled in anticipation of further exploring her body, frozen only in indecision on where to start. Her breasts certainly stood out. They retained all of Cam’s size but looked much bigger on a slim build. Her fingers gingerly traced the lean curves of her narrow waist, giggling uncontrollably when she reached her visible ribs.

Her face scrunched in a frown when she started running her fingers through her hair.

“Ugh. I like it straight, but why couldn’t I have ended up with some of Cam’s length and volume? I can’t do anything with this.”

“And these clothes,” she continued in a huff. “Slutty and way too casual. I don’t have a wardrobe, so it’ll have to do.”

After a few more tugs of her shirt and jean shorts, she turned to Red.

“Overall, I’d say it’s a success. Cam made sure I’m female. Craig wanted someone for you to be social with. They made Carrie, your on-demand wingman. Ta-da!”

Carrie dramatically framed her face with jazz hands.

“Now let me raid your makeup while you change. The night is young, and so are we! Let’s make some memories.”

“Change?” Red asked, looking down at her athleisure wear.

“Oh, honey. You can’t go out looking like that. You’re looking for a man, not a pickup game.”

Red tugged her hoodie tighter around her, flustered. Carrie sighed. Within her, she felt an urge to comfort Red and one to protect her.

“I’m sorry, girlfriend. I was being a bitch. You look amazing in everything you wear, but the whole reason I’m here is to make sure everything is perfect for you. Can you forgive me?”

Red’s downcast face turned up in surprise, before cracking with an embarrassed grin.

“Of course, girlfriend. I didn’t really think about it. I guess that’s why I need you.”

Carrie beamed and hopped up and down in excitement, sending waves rippling through her breasts.

“That’s the spirit. Let’s get you laid!”