Rent Money

To his relief, he saw a slightly crumpled envelop on the dining table. Grabbing it up, he opened it and a stack of bills fell out. His eyes widened, and he started counting. Once he was done, he counted again, slower and more deliberately, making sure each note was what it purported to be. "Five thousand, six hundred, and twenty-two dollars," he said in a hushed whisper. A sudden urge to cover the money took hold, as if thieves lurked over his shoulder.

"This is enough to pay all my back rent and cover another six months with some to spare. Thank god for that party." He counted out the balance he owed Andrew and left it on the table. The rest he took back to his room. Returning the figurine to its place on the top of his dresser, he put the remainder of the money in the small box upon which it stood. Then he looked up at himself in the mirror, and the color drained from his face.

Gone was his scraggly beard and ill groomed mop of hair. A smooth, younger face looked back at him from the mirror. His hair had somehow formed into a decent haircut, having grown longer and softer. He ludicrously questioned if he'd slept for a month instead of a few hours. Looking at the rest of his body, he saw that much of his chubbiness had melted away. Instead, his body was smaller and more fit, toned even. He knew, intellectually at least, that this state should cause him a great deal of alarm. Some disease or parasite had caused his body, in a fashion, to rapidly become malnourished. Yet something about it made him feel more comfortable.

He pulled off his shirt and looked at his bare chest. The smell of stale liquor and sweat still lingered on his skin. Victor thought his frame looked smaller. His shoulders were closer together, and his waist tapered in more than it should. Running his fingers down his pelvis, he felt his hips through his pants and thought that they too were a little different in shape. Thinking a shower would clear his head, he finished undressing and headed to the bathroom.

The hot water rushed over his body and relieved some tension that had been lurking behind his astonishment. He washed himself thoroughly, scrubbing away the last vestiges of the night before. As he did so, he noticed something else wrong. Victor had never considered himself a well endowed man, but as he rinsed away the body wash, he thought that his cock looked smaller than it should. He pulled and rubbed himself, expecting it to arouse his full length, but nothing happened. Probably from drinking too much, he thought.

A knock at the door drew his attention. "Almost done in there?" Andrew called through the door.

"Only a minute more," Victor called, but it wasn't his voice. The voice that answered was high pitched and feminine. Victor coughed and tried to answer again, but found himself lowering his voice rather than speaking normally, "Did you see what's on the table?"

Finished washing, he dried quickly and wrapped a towel around his waste before stepping out of the bathroom. He considered going and putting on some underwear, but figured the towel was enough. He was excited to see Andrew's reaction, and it wasn't uncommon for them to walk around in towels. They'd seen each other naked on occasion as well during university exploits.

As Victor entered the common room, he saw Andrew counting out the money. Andrew wore pajama bottoms and had a towel slung over his shoulder. His friend must have been working out after work as his body was in good shape, even showing the hint of a six pack. "Told you I'd get the money," Victor said, again his voice coming out odd.

Andrew looked up at his roommate, and his brow furrowed with concern. "What's wrong with you?"

"Well, that's not exactly what I expected you to say," Victor said, but he was having trouble concentrating on Andrew's words. A strange feeling stirred in his stomach as he looked at his friend's bare chest and broad shoulders. Victor felt flushed. "I uh, think I need to sit down," he stammered and tried to walk over to the couch.

Seeing his friend struggling to walk, Andrew dropped the towel and came over to help. He took Victor's arm and started to guide him over to the couch, but the moment Andrew touched him, Victor's skin burned as if it were licked by pure fire. Victor fell onto the couch as the burning sensation spread quickly over his whole body. Andrew could only stand back and watch as Victor convulsed and writhed in pain. The towel fell away, and Andrew's voice caught in his throat.

Victor could feel something happening. He wanted to tell Andrew to get help or to douse him in ice. He knew that if he could explain what was happening to him, then Andrew would know what to do. Dear Andrew, handsome kind Andrew. The thoughts intruded into his mind. Look at his arms, strong and powerful. I need them to hold me until this passes. Andrew please, hold me and help it go quickly. Victor looked at his friend with pleading eyes, but the man did not understand because he was transfixed by the sight of Victor's disappearing genitals.

His scrotum pulled up and in as his cock shriveled and shrank. Andrew was only barely aware of Victor's mournful gaze. The only thing that came to Andrew's mind was a video he had watched years ago of mushrooms growing a cave. He was watching that in reverse now as Victor's manhood became nothing more than a tiny nub at the crest of his collapsed ball sack. Then, with a wet pop, the skin reformed into lips and Victor sighed in relief as his pussy opened up.

The burning sensation had not subsided in the least, despite the relief of tension around his midsection. A new pressure built in his chest. He suddenly understood why his shoulders seemed smaller. Flesh rippled and expanded as breasts grew out before both of them. His doughy figure vanished, and in its place were rapidly ballooning tits which any girl would envy. Victor brought his hand to his new breasts and squeezed. The tissue was soft and supple, but the tingling sensation it caused throughout his body came as a surprise. His fingers moved over his new, puffy nipples enjoying the slight pleasure as the burning started to subside.

Andrew looked down at his friend who no longer looked anything like the Victor he had known. Instead of a naked, hungover man, Andrew looked down at the delectable body of a naked woman. He finally thought to say, "But...how?"

Victor's mind started to grope back to control, and he remembered the words Martina had said the night before. "...congratulations, Victoria." Quickly his mind filled in the blanks. The special bottle the women drank from, the deal he and Arthur had struck - it had been a game, not real. As his hands squeezed new breasts, he couldn't deny the reality of it. Victoria, he thought, that fits.

***

Victoria looked up at Andrew. Her friend and roommate gawked at her naked body. She could see that he was distressed and confused, but at least one part of him wasn't. Tenting his pajama pants forward, she could make out the distinct shape of Andrew's thick cock. Finally in control of her new female body, she ran her hands down her form, leading Andrews eyes from her breasts to her new, bald pussy. "Like what you see?"

Andrew tried to regain his composure, "Victor, you're very ill, I think. We need to go to hospital."

"No," Victoria answered. "I'm perfectly healthy. In fact, this is the best I've been in my whole life. Don't you see Andrew, this is me now. This body, these tits, this ass, it's all me. Victoria!" The realization was joyous. All that time jerking off to women who looked just like she did had been so vain and hollow. She looked up at Andrew and wanted to give him the same pleasure she was feeling. She moved to her knees in front of him.

"Wait, what are you doing?" he objected, but did not move to stop her.

"I'm going to take this cock and put it in my mouth," she said with a smile. "I want it nice and hard before you fuck me with it." With that, she pulled down his pajamas, letting his cock spring free. She was a bit surprised to see that he wore no underwear beneath them, but considered it one less obstacle. His member stood proudly out from his flat stomach. The sight of it made Victoria's mouth water. How many times as Victor had she played with her own cock and not even considered what it would feel like to have one in her mouth? Eager for her first taste, she opened her lips and closed them slowly around Andrew's cock.

Her friend groaned with pleasure as hot lips touched his dick. Andrew struggled to understand what was happening, but his body dealt with absolutes. Victoria was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, her naked body almost perfect, and she was sucking on his cock gleefully. It didn't matter if moments before, the same woman had been his deadbeat roommate.

More and more of his cock disappeared into Victoria's mouth. At first, she found it obtrusive, but as she learned, she saw that fitting his whole length into her mouth was simply about the angle. And she wanted it desperately. She wanted to feel him pushing on the back of her throat. She wanted to thrash her tongue along his length until his seed erupted in her mouth. Looking up at him, she met eyes with Andrew. and he started back, his face contorted in pleasure and confusion. Sensing his breath shortening, she noticed that his cock started to throb in a particular rhythm. With a wet slurp, she pulled her mouth off of him and said, "Not yet, big boy."

Climbing back on the couch, Victoria debated a moment on how she wanted to be fucked for the first time. Missionary seemed too boring. Then she thought that doggy style would be a little too impersonal for a "virgin" session, but that might be more comfortable for Andrew. She positioned herself facing away from him and raised her ass in the air with a wiggle. Victoria's ass cheeks jiggled as she shook her hips back and forth, enticing out the primal nature in her roommate. "Come on then, don't leave a girl waiting," she teased.

Andrew's hand lowered slowly onto the ass in front of him. He'd never had a girl let him fuck her from behind before, and now his friend Victor was face down and ass up in front of him with one of the most glorious butts he'd ever seen. He let out another involuntary grunt as his hand pressed into her soft flesh. He quickly grabbed her other cheek with his free hand and kneaded the tissue, eliciting an encouraging moan from Victoria. Seeing no other logical reaction, he moved closer and pushed his cock against her virgin pussy lips.

She could feel him nudge against her, instinct guiding him to her wet slit. After a few tantalizing seconds, his cock pushed further into her and with a slight pop, slipped inside. He paused for only a moment, and then slid his entire length into her. Victoria's walls stretched to accommodate him, and she wondered if every man felt this big. She thought back to the times she'd fucked a girl as Victor and wondered if her partners had felt so full and stretched by him. Andrew's rough hands started to move over her body greedily, and he began to move in and out of her. The more he did, the more tension started to build in Victoria's core.

Taking matters into her own hands, she started to hump back against him, quickly matching his rhythm until her ass was slapping back against his cock faster and faster. The tension in her wound tighter and tighter, and she knew by the sound of Andrew's gasps that he wouldn't last much longer. Reaching down to her new pussy, she rubbed her clit. In a sudden movement, Andrew pulled out of her, leaving her with a terrible emptiness. She felt her orgasm slipping away. Andrew took his wet cock into his hand and started stroking it. With a loud moan, he started cumming. The hot liquid splashed on Victoria's round ass, running down into her crack. The next spurt landed in the small of her back, pooling there as her own body became electric.

The feeling of Andrew's seed spraying on her threw her over the edge. Her body tensed, and she started a breathy, excited laugh as pleasure erupted throughout her body. Tears welled in her eyes as she shook lightly. She felt Andrew step away from her, and a few more moments of bliss passed before she came to her senses.

His cum dribbled down the back of her thighs. She suddenly felt very exposed, her pussy gaping and wanton in her current position. "Could you hand me that towel?" she asked politely.

Andrew obliged. Slightly cleaner, she sat down on the couch and crossed her hands over her breasts. Andrew took a seat beside her and tentatively put his arm around her. Both of them stiffened at this, so he withdrew. "So, can you explain any of this?"

Victoria sighed and leaned against his shoulder. His body was sweaty and had a musky smell that soothed her. "Maybe. We'll need to talk to Lucy and Phillip."

"You think Lucy...oh shit," Andrew said. "Luke. Remember him from a few years back? He and Phillip were big friends. What if this happened to Lucy, too?"

"Seems to work for them," Victoria said thoughtfully.

Andrew raised an eyebrow, and his eyes drifted down to her breasts. "Let's not get ahead of herself. That was nice and all, but I'm not sure if I'm ok with this. A man would be insane to not fuck a girl who looks like you though."

"Gee, thanks, Andrew." Victoria replied with a smirk. Her hand moved subtly over to his cock and gave it a squeeze, pleased to find it hardening again.

"It's alright. Call me Andy."