Note: Although completely self-contained, this story follows the side character, Chad Conyers, from my previous story, Baited, after his ignominious transformation at the hands (well, more accurately, the cock) of Dawson Crawford. While Chad is a sexy beast of a man, I don’t find his character very appealing. He’s sexist, racist, homophobic and transphobic. Still, it’s fun to imagine his journey and, even though I don’t like him very much, he kind of grew on me as I wrote this story. His humiliating transformation is fun to explore as are his reactions to it. Plus, it is possible to view him as a victim, something that makes him a little more sympathetic.

If you want to see the pictures that inspired Chad and Tess, click here.

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Themes: mpreg, butt growth, breast growth, man pussy, humiliation, transformation, dominance/submission, top-to-bottom

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Quick links:

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5

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Chapter 1

In a state of shock after being unmanned by Dawson Crawford, Chad Conyers left his wife that night and turned over his general contracting business to his sister-in-law, Claire. Hastily throwing his things in the back of his pickup truck, he sped out of town. He didn’t tell anyone where he was going and didn’t know himself until he was halfway there.

His destination, he discovered as he drove, was the cabin that had once belonged to his great uncle. The old man had passed away a couple years ago and left it to Chad in his will. Chad didn’t know why but he’d never told anyone about the cabin, not even his wife, Rachel. Until that night, he’d never actually visited the place. He’d just continued paying the property taxes and a local family to look after the place, forgetting about it until now.

As he fought back the bitter tears of humiliation, though, the cabin resurfaced in the depths of his mind. Calling to him like a siren, he pictured it in his imagination even though he’d never actually seen it. Small. One room plus a bathroom. Made of logs with minimal insulation. A wooden porch and a window onto a small lake. It was in the middle of the Pigeon River State Forest with no close neighbors. His uncle had used it as a hunting cabin and had never winterized it. Chad was a carpenter, though; he could get it ready for the winter, no problem. Yeah, it was the perfect place to hide.

To forget.

To die.

He gave up trying to hold back the tears and sobbed. He was crying so hard, he had to pull over on the side of the highway. Crying like he hadn’t cried in years, he wailed and wailed. Horror, disbelief, shock, bitterness, outrage, humiliation and grief vied for dominance inside him. These and the desire for revenge. Curiously, though, the desire for revenge was muted. 

Before that day, the revenge would have won out. 

Until only a few hours ago, Chad would have been consumed by the white-hot hatred that lurked inside him like a tiger. Now, the tiger was only a declawed kitten, more laughable than ferocious. The problem, he understood all too clearly, was there was nothing he could do to get back what he’d lost. All he had to do was squeeze his thighs together to understand that. There was nothing there but emptiness. 

Complete emptiness.

He sobbed again, hating himself. Yeah, he was powerless. Fucking Dawson Crawford had seen to that!

He finally ran out of tears and restarted his truck. Wiping the back of his hand across his face, he pulled out his smartphone and brought up the number for Hank McAllister, the caretaker of the cabin. The man picked up on the first ring and was startled to hear Chad’s voice.

“I’m heading to the cabin,” Chad growled; he was in no mood for pleasantries. “I’ll be there in three hours.”

“Alright, Mr. Conyers,” Hank replied. “I’ll have Tess go over and get it ready.”

“Fine,” Chad stated before thinking better of it and adding, “Thanks.”

He hung up.

The phone rang a minute later: It was Rachel. He sent the call to voicemail. He wasn’t ready to talk to her yet. No, not yet. She called five more times in rapid succession but he sent those calls to voicemail, too. The tears came back after each call. Finally, she gave up. For some reason, the silence only made Chad feel worse.

The drive was beautiful, although Chad was too catatonic to notice. (On top of everything else, his poor butthole was throbbing from being raped by Dawson; this did nothing for his mood or his general sense of distraction.) Once he left the sterile suburbs behind, the green pasturelands and rolling hills gradually gave way to the edges of the forest that covered most of the northern Lower Peninsula. Around Midland, the first white birch trees appeared along with some hemlock, the hallmarks of the transition to ‘Up North Country.’ An hour after that, the red and white oaklands melted into mature beech-maple forests with white cedar huddled on the edges of wetlands. The late evening air grew luminous with the rays of the setting sun turning the trees purple and red. The clouds thinned and grew wispy, presaging autumn, and the temperature fell. By the time the truck rumbled up the two-track to the cabin, the air was crisp and clean.

Climbing out of the truck, Chad realized he had to pee. Unconsciously unzipping his fly, he reached into his boxers to extract his cock only to be reminded graphically of what he now lacked. A little whine of disbelief escaped from his mouth before he stifled it. He slammed his fist down on the hood of the truck and cursed Dawson for the millionth time, hating the ugly ape for what he’d done to him. 

Cheeks flaming with humiliation, he was forced to squat behind a red osier dogwood and pee like a little girl. He kept his eyes averted from ‘down there’ while the hot urine puddled around his boots, only realizing at the end that he needed something to wipe himself. Never again would he be able to flick the last drops of piss off the tip of his big, uncut cock.

His raped asshole burned like fuck. Sitting on it for the nearly four-hour drive hadn’t helped matters. He clenched his jaw before gently touching himself back there, yanking his hand away again in humiliated terror when he felt his newly gaping ass lips. He could thank Dawson for that, too! Chad scowled. Until today, he’d always prided himself on never being fucked. He was a top through and through. More tears threatened to leak out of his eyes as he realized he’d never top a man or a woman again. Ever.

Jeans around his ankles and tears in his eyes, he shuffled over to the truck and found a napkin, dabbing at himself and feeling his cheeks flame under the thick, brown stubble of his beard. He threw the damp wad of paper into the underbrush and hiked up his pants, belting up and ignoring the empty feeling inside the pouch of his boxers.

The experience of urinating like a woman darkened his already foul mood and he grabbed his duffle bag and slung it over his shoulder, marching toward the cabin. He was reaching into his pocket for the key when the door flew open and a half-naked woman came flying out. He had to step quickly off to the side to avoid a collision. The woman–a pretty redhead with soft breasts barely covered by her disheveled bra–didn’t seem to notice him.

Whirling back toward the open door, she shouted, “You can go FUCK yourself tonight ‘cuz you sure as hell ain’t gonna fuck me ever again!” She turned to go but then thought better of it, marching back up to the door and yelling, “A BABY! That’s all I’m asking for! I don’t even give a fuck if we’re married. Ain’t we been together long enough? When the fuck are ya gonna man up? Huh?” She made an exasperated sound in the back of her throat and then stomped off the porch, still oblivious to Chad’s presence.

Chad watched her go, bemused. The sight of a mostly naked woman had temporarily made him forget about his predicament. He found himself wondering idly why she was there and where she was going. There were no houses nearby, unless she parked her car somewhere he couldn’t see. 

He was saved from having to figure this out by the arrival of a mostly naked young man. The dude came running up to the opened door, holding his boxers over his genitals. Sweaty and red-faced, he appeared to be about twenty years old. Like the woman, he was a redhead. Unlike her, though, there were traces of an auburn beard on his cheeks. His blue eyes were dilated and his expression was pained. He pulled up short upon seeing Chad, though.

“Uh, who the fuck are you?” he demanded, tightening his grip over his privates and looking around unsuccessfully for something to cover himself up.

Chad smiled. “I should be asking you the same thing.” He gestured to the cabin, adding, “This is my cabin. I guess I didn’t realize it was occupied.”

The young guy’s blond eyebrows lifted upward and his mouth formed an ‘O’ of surprise. “Oh, fuck! Yer Chad, ain’t ya? Fuck! My dad didn’t say you were gonna be here tonight! I ain’t finished cleanin’ up yet!” He started to withdraw his hands from his crotch to shake Chad’s hand but then thought better of it and, grinning sheepishly, inclined his head. “Name’s Tess. I’m Hank’s son.”

“Tess?” Chad repeated. “I thought he was talkin’ ‘bout his wife or his daughter. I didn’t expect a boy.”

Tess thrust out his smooth, narrow chest. Chad noticed there were just a couple of curly red hairs in the center of it, right between his tiny, pert nipples. “I ain’t no girl and I ain’t no boy!” he insisted. “I’m a man! A big man!”

Chad held up his hands placatingly. “Ok, got it. Sorry. I didn’t mean any disrespect. I just haven’t met many guys by that name. Actually, now that I think of it, I haven’t met any.” 

He paused to take in Tess’ appearance. The kid was tall, nearly as tall as Chad. And lean with a runner’s body and long legs. His reddish brown hair was shaggy but not overly so. And his eyes were blue-green like the ocean. Or at least that’s the way they appeared in the rapidly dimming light. Tess’ skin was pale, mostly hairless and flushed pink from the exertion of, Chad supposed, coitus interruptus with his girlfriend.

Standing there in silence, Chad watched “Tess The Big Man” shrink into “Tess The Little Boy” as the kid belatedly realized he’d been caught doing something naughty.  He lowered his head, shoulders falling. “I’m, uh, sorry.” He looked around before glancing down at his nakedness. “This, uh, don’t look good, does it?”

Chad laughed, the comedy of the situation finally getting to him. “No, it really doesn’t.”

Tess was staring down at his feet but looked up at Chad’s laughter, hope in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Sir. Real sorry.” He swallowed, his big Adam’s apple bobbing on his throat. “This is, uh, only the second time we’ve been in here.” He hung his head lower. “And prolly the last, too. Tessa’s not too happy with me right now.”

“Here,” Chad offered, “how ‘bout we go inside and you put on some clothes?” He moved past the boy, his broad shoulders brushing against him as he did so. “Then we can get this place cleaned up.”

“You mean it? Yer not mad?” Tess’ voice sounded like an eager puppy’s.

“No, I’m not mad. Hell, I’d’ve done the same thing if I were you.” Chad smiled, remembering when he and Rachel were first dating. “In fact, I did do the same thing. Many times with my girlfriend before we got married.”

“You’re married?” Tess asked, padding along behind him into the living room/kitchen area. 

Chad was looking around, this being the first time he’d visited the cabin. Just as he imagined, it was very basic with a wood stove and basin sink with a hand pump. A door opened into a small bathroom with a clawfoot tub and toilet. Off to the side, there was a small partition, marking off the bedroom. The bed coverings were rumpled, Chad noticed, and there were a couple used condoms leaking on the floor nearby. He abruptly looked away, his eyes landing on the picture window and the lake it revealed in back. The lake was ghostly still, the last rays of the setting sun casting violet and blue shadows over its surface.

Realizing that Tess had asked him a question, he said, “Yeah, I’m married, though probably not for much longer.”

Tess shook his head, still holding his boxers over his penis. “I’m sorry. You don’t look old enough to be married, though.” He paused before asking, “Got any kids?”

Chad shook his head, remembering the girlfriend’s angry words. “No, not yet.”

Keeping his eyes on Chad, Tess inched toward the bed where he bent over and picked up his discarded boxers. He debated what to do before modesty took over. Turning his back to Chad, he stepped into his underwear. Chad continued to watch him, noting that the boy had a surprisingly furry little butt. Apparently, the kid’s ass was the only part of his body with any hair on it. Like the hair on his head, it was brownish auburn. And thick. Chad shivered. When he had a penis, this was precisely that kind of ass he enjoyed splitting down the middle with his hulking cock. He could already imagine Tess screaming out in pain as Chad penetrated him, robbing him forever of his ass virginity…

His cheeks colored and he looked away from that perfect boy butt, continuing, “My wife and I tried to have kids for years but…” His voice trailed off and he wondered why the fuck he was telling Tess this.

“That’s rough,” Tess said, buckling his belt and reaching for his t-shirt. “I’m sure ya heard Tessa yellin’ at me. She thinks I don’t want kids but I do. I’m juss not ready yet. Fuck, I’m only twenty five!”

Chad blinked at this. There’s no way he would have pegged Tess for being that old. Then again he didn’t have me pegged for thirty, either, he thought, smiling to himself. Instead of commenting on the boy’s age, though, he said, “So, your name’s Tess and your gf’s name is Tessa? Seriously?”

Tess smiled, a very pleasing expression on his handsome face. “Yeah, weird, ain’t it? We’ve been together since high school. Thought our names meant we was made for each other.” He scratched the back of his ear, adding, “Now, though, I ain’t so certain. We’re…well, we’re awful diff’rent.”

Chad sighed, heart aching in his chest. He already missed Rachel and knew it was a dick move to leave her like that…but he couldn’t stomach the thought of her seeing him like this. No, there was no way he could be with Rachel again as her husband. Dawson had seen to that.

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They cleaned up the cabin together in silence. It didn’t take long because the place wasn’t very big. After a half hour, Tess left to find his girlfriend and Chad heated up a microwave dinner he’d grabbed from the fridge at home before leaving. He sat out on the little porch off the back of the cabin with his legs up on the railing, watching the bats flit back and forth over the surface of the lake, hunting for mosquitos. The crescent moon rose sometime later, casting its wan light over the forest. Chad reached up and wiped a tear from his eyes, feeling his torn asshole throb. He was stuck here. Stuck here for the rest of his fucking life because they wasn’t any way in hell he’d let anyone see him like this. No, his old life was over and he was now a hermit.

He awoke in the morning with sunlight on his face. He yawned and stretched, rising eventually to make coffee on the woodstove. It took him a while to figure out how to build a fire and his stomach was growling by the time the coffee was ready. He cursed inwardly when he realized he didn’t have any food; the TV dinner from the night before and the coffee were the extent of his supplies. He’d have to go into town and buy groceries if he wanted breakfast.

“Oh, hey! You’re up already!”

Chad jumped at the sound of Tess’ voice and looked up to see him standing right beside him. He instinctively clamped his hands over his empty crotch even though he was wearing boxers, swearing, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ! Why the fuck didn’t you knock first?” Tess’ face fell and he lowered his head just as Chad noticed he was carrying a bag of McDonald’s. The smell of Sausage McMuffins filled the air and he salivated, feeling bad already for yelling at the kid. He forced himself to drop his hands down to his sides, amending, “I mean, it’s kind of rude to barge in on a guy. But it’s Ok. Just don’t do it again.”

It was probably his imagination but he could’ve sworn Tess was eying the crotch of his boxers. He had to resist the temptation to cover himself again and instead padded into the bedroom and pulled on a pair of sweats. Upon returning to the living room, he found Tess setting the breakfast items out on the little dining table.

“I, uh, figured you’d be hungry,” the boy offered. “I saw ya didn’t bring no food with you.”

Chad cleared his throat, feeling out of sorts. “Thanks,” he grumbled. “That’s nice of you.” He took a muffin and stuffed it in his mouth, savoring the greasy goodness. He didn’t eat fast food very often but it tasted extra good that morning.

His stomach rumbled loudly, causing Tess to laugh. “Here,” he said, “you can have mine, too. I’m actually not hungry.”

Chad didn’t want to be greedy but finally relented and accepted both of Tess’ muffins, chomping them happily. When he was done, his stomach still felt empty but he ignored it. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his flat belly and sighing, “Wow, that really hit the spot. Thanks, man!”

“My pleasure.” Tess eyed him speculatively for a moment before asking, “How long are ya gonna be stayin’? I mean, I’m not tryna get ya to leave or nuthin’. I’m juss curious.”

“I’ll be here for a while.” Chad looked off to the side, unable to meet Tess’ gaze. “Probably through the winter.”

“Really? That’s so cool!”

Chad looked at him. “Is it? I thought you’d want me outta here so you and Tessa could have a private place to fuck.”

“That’s low, bro,” Tess complained, sounding hurt. “I already tole ya we only did twice here. ‘Sides, she don’t wanna see me no more anyway. Tole me so again last night when I tracked her down.”

“Women say that,” Chad observed. “But they mean the opposite. What she really wants is for you to propose to her, get married, settle down and have kids.”

Tess looked out the window where the morning sun was dancing on the lake. “Yeah, I know. And I wish I could do that for her but I juss ain’t ready.” He sighed, looking back to Chad and fixing him with his startlingly clear, green-blue eyes. “I juss have a feeling I’m meant for something else. Somethin’ diff’rent. Ya know?”

Chad had to tear his eyes away from the boy. He knew he was being silly but he felt something pass between them at that moment and a frisson of excitement ran up his spine before he suppressed it. Clearing his throat, he muttered, “Could be. Fuck if I know, though. I’m not the guy to ask for relationship advice, seeing as I just screwed my wife over royally.”

He could tell that Tess wanted to ask him more about this but the kid wisely kept his mouth shut. Instead, he looked around the cabin, noting, “If yer gonna stay here for the winter, the place’ll need to be insulated.” He hesitated a moment before offering, “I could, ya know, help ya out. If you need help, that is.”

Chad’s heart started beating faster with these words and he had to force himself to ignore the amorous tingling in his groin. The thought of spending time with Tess was electric! He shivered, shoving the feeling aside. What the fuck was wrong with him? Tess was straight! Taking a deep breath to get himself under control, he said, “That would be great. I can pay you, too. I work in construction so I know what’s involved. It’ll be a big job, though. You sure yer up for it?”

Tess could barely contain his excitement. Rocketing up from his chair, he grabbed Chad’s hand, shaking it wildly, “Yes! Yes!” he panted. “I’m up for it! Oh fuck, I can’t wait! Wanna get started today?”

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Chapter 2

They drove into town in Chad’s pickup and loaded up with groceries and building supplies, making two trips before Chad estimated they had everything they needed. He hadn’t lied to Tess; it would be a big job but he wasn’t mad about that. The truth was that he needed a distraction from Dawson’s curse and this was the perfect thing. 

Tess was unemployed at the moment but had worked in construction over the summer and knew a fair amount about carpentry. He was also a quick and meticulous worker, two traits that Chad valued highly. Even better, they worked well together, both intuiting what the other needed before either said anything.

As they worked, Chad was forced to turn off notifications on his iPhone because the Crawford brothers texted him constantly throughout the day. He’d fucked Jared Crawford weekly since highschool so it was predictable that Jared was the most insistent. >>Dude, what happened to you? I miss you. Well, actually, I miss your big cock the most but I miss you, too.<< he wrote. Chad scowled and deleted the text. Brooks Crawford texted him next, followed soon after by Matthew. Brooks was the cutest of the four Crawford boys and Chad missed his tiny, tight bottom. But what could he do? There was no way he’d ever fuck them again and just seeing their names reminded him of their youngest brother, Dawson.

Bile rose in his throat at the awful memory of Dawson.

He blocked their numbers.

Rachel called just as they were finishing up for the day. He thought about ignoring her but realized he couldn’t keep postponing the inevitable. He looked around and realized that Tess was nearby, leaning against the hood of Chad’s truck; he was shirtless and sipping a beer. Pulling out his phone, he grunted, “‘Scuse me. Gotta take this.” He stalked away, only answering when he was out of earshot. 

Rachel was understandably angry with him. Her anger, however, turned to disbelief and then heartbreak when he told her, “We need to end this. I’m asking you for a divorce.” It killed him to tell her this. He loved her deeply and never wanted to be away from her. But he knew he could no longer be a good husband to her. No, Dawson or Diego or whatever the fuck he called himself now had ensured that. Dawson had robbed him of his manhood and his marriage. There was no going back.

He was wiping tears out of his eyes when he returned to the cabin. Tess watched him closely, a pained expression on his face. Chad could tell he was dying to ask him what happened but the kid was astute enough to know that now was not the time. Instead, he patted a spot on the hood of the truck next to him, inviting Chad over. Chad scowled, not feeling social, but nonetheless found himself leaning against the cool metal of the hood, his body so close to Tess’ that he could feel the heat radiating from the boy’s body. It felt good, he realized. It was just what he needed.

They stayed like that, leaning against the truck, not saying anything for a long time. Clouds were rolling in from the west and the wind smelled of rain. The branches in the trees overhead whipped back and forth but the air was quiet down below.

“C’mon,” Tess said finally, swallowing the last swig of his beer. “I’ll make ya dinner.”

He put his arm across Chad’s shoulders and led him inside.

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Chad cried himself to sleep that night after Tess left. He couldn’t believe how emotional he’d become and wondered if it was because he was basically female now. Well, female in the most important way, at least. He hated tears and loathed crying but he missed Rachel fiercely and wanted to bury his face in her long hair and beg for forgiveness. He even reached for his phone at one point but then thought better of it and laid it back down. The thunderstorm arrived at the height of his misery, its intensity mirroring his inner agony.

Too ramped up to sleep, he got up and forced himself to stand in front of the little bathroom mirror. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and pulled down his boxers. He stood there naked for a long time, the lightning flashing and thunder crashing around the cabin, as he struggled to find the courage to open his eyes. He hadn’t been able to look at himself after Dawson unmanned him but now felt strongly that it was time.

He knew he had to look but didn’t have the balls. Literally.

Dawson had taken them along with his cock.

He sobbed when he finally cracked an eyelid and looked at himself.

It was worse than he thought.

Fuck, he looked like a total fucking freak!

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

How the fuck had Dawson done this to him?

It wasn’t possible!

And yet it was.

He hung his head, hating the ugly muff sandwiched between his thighs like a nappy, brown Brillo Pad.

He hadn’t been exaggerating: His life really was over.

Well, his life as a man anyway.

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Tess was back in the morning. 

Chad awoke to the smell of bacon and was surprised to find the guy in the kitchen making breakfast. 

“Sorry,” the boy chirped when Chad padded into the room, tucking his bathrobe around his narrow waist. “I know ya tole me to knock but ya looked so cute that I couldn’t wake you up.”

Panic rose in Chad’s chest and he demanded, “You saw me when I was sleeping?” He hadn’t been naked in bed had he? No, thank God! He’d been wearing boxers. But had he been under the covers? He couldn’t remember. What if Tess had seen him wearing just his boxers with their blatantly empty pouch? Had Tess seen his–?

Tess’ hand was on his arm. “Chill, bro. We’re both dudes, remember?” He winked slyly, adding, “You don’t got nuthin’ I ain’t already seen!”

This did nothing to reassure Chad but, as far as he could tell, Tess’ demeanor didn’t betray any hint that he’d learned his secret.

Tess, Chad was learning, was a good cook. He’d made a tasty stir fry the night before and was currently stirring a pot of savory congee over the back burner of the stove. “My best bro’s Hmong,” he explained. “An’ his mother taught me how to cook. I think she done a good job, too, if I do say so myself.” He cracked an egg in the skillet as he said this, looking up to give Chad another wink.

For some reason, all this winking was getting Chad flustered. He felt his face redden and a telltale warmth between his legs. Shuddering at the alien sensation, he squeezed his legs together but not before he felt moisture trickling down between his meaty thighs. His face reddened even more and he resisted the urge to run into the bathroom and wipe himself ‘down there.’ 

The breakfast was exquisite and Chad ate and ate and ate. It was almost embarrassing how hungry he was but Tess was flattered. “I made plenty for ya after I seen how much you ate yesterday!” He smiled, reaching across the table to place his hand on Chad’s arm. “I’m glad ya enjoy my cooking, bro!”

His touch was doing unnatural things to Chad’s crotch and he shifted away, unable to make eye contact with the kid. Why was he acting like a bitch in heat all of a sudden? More tingling and more trickling down there and he was certain his boxers were soaked. He pushed himself up from the table and, grabbing another pair of underwear from the bedroom, stalked into the bathroom to change.

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That afternoon he was forced to stop in the grocery store and get panty liners. He had no choice! The hideous pussy between his legs was leaking like crazy and he’d soaked three pairs of boxers with gooey, whitish discharge already. He walked down the feminine hygiene aisle with hunched shoulders, looking around evasively to be sure he was alone and staring balefully at the bewildering array of sanitary napkins and other mysterious supplies. 

Rachel was a woman, of course, but he’d never really paid much attention to her monthly needs. She just always seemed to keep herself clean down there. Even when she was menstruating, she barely bled at all and it hadn’t interfered with their active sex life. He had to resist the sudden urge to call her and ask for advice. She was the only woman he knew well enough to ask such things. He certainly couldn’t ask his mother or sister!

He grabbed a box of panty liners and put them in his cart. He was about to scurry off when he happened to look up at the tampons. Should he get a box of those, too? Was he totally female now with, um, ovaries and everything? Or did he just have a cunt? If he was a real woman, he’d probably bleed soon. God, he couldn’t believe he was even thinking about this stuff! Fucking Dawson! He hated him!

After going back and forth for a few agonizing minutes, he stuffed a box of tampons into his cart along with the pads. The thought of coming back here again anytime soon was enough to convince him!

Self-checkout lanes were a godsend, he decided as he unloaded his cart, doing his best to hide the pads and tampons from prying eyes. He scanned them and stuffed them into a bag before paying and scuttling out there. His relief was short-lived, though, when he realized that he would have to return. For the rest of his life, or–Jesus fucking Christ!–until he reached menopause, he would be tied to that fucking feminine hygiene aisle!

***

“Where’d ya go, bro?” Tess asked when he returned.

“Nowhere.” Chad tucked the bag under his arm and strode into the cabin, locking himself in the bathroom where he tried to figure out how to put the fucking pad on.

The mere sight of his ugly twat was enough to turn his stomach. He gritted his teeth, remembering his proud schlong–more than a foot long and thicker than a hose! God, it had been great to be a hung stud! But no longer. Now he was saddled with a disgusting cunt between his legs. He cursed Dawson Crawford again as he gingerly applied the pad and pulled up his boxers.

Tess didn’t say anything when he emerged outside. He was up on the roof; they’d discovered a hole next to the chimney and the boy was in the process of patching it. The sun was out and he was shirtless, sprawled across the shingles with his jeans riding down his tiny butt. Chad swallowed when he saw the red fur covering the boy’s ass cheeks. His freshly panty-lined pussy was wet again in no time and he had to clamp down on the inside of his cheek to distract himself.

“Hey, bro, were you a football player?” Tess called out, looking down at him and wiping his brow. “Yer sure built like one. Really big an’ beefy!”

This did nothing to alleviate Chad’s burgeoning arousal and he had to turn away from the boy’s inquiring gaze. “Yeah, I was a quarterback in high school and college,” he mumbled gruffly. “But those days are long gone.”

“Huh. Don’t look like it to me.” Tess paused and Chad could feel the boy’s eyes on his back. “Yer in great shape. Real great. Ya must workout a lot. You don’t got an ounce of fat on ya, although, if ya ask me, you’d look better with a little padding.”

Chad glanced back at him and wished he didn’t. Tess’ green-blue eyes were shining and his face was suffused with an expression of pure adoration and something else, something more carnal. He flinched as his cunt started to gush like a fucking faucet. What the fuck? Was this something all women had to deal with when they were horny? At this rate, he’d have to change his panty liner in a few minutes!

“Thanks,” he muttered, wetness spreading between his legs. “I try an’ keep fit. Work as a contractor so I’m always on my feet. Plus, I think I’m gonna set up a weight room in the garage when we’re done with the cabin.”

“Oh, yeah?” There was that killer smile again. “We can work out together!”

It took an act of herculean will but somehow Chad managed to tear his eyes away from Tess but not before he found himself savoring the boy’s fine, angular features, perky nose and pouty lips. His shoulders, though narrow, were shapely and his back was elegant and tapering. Yes, there was no doubt about it; Tess was one beautiful man. Chad even found himself wondering about the size of the snake lurking in the kid’s jeans. Based on everything else, he’d guess that Tess was hung. Really hung.

He dashed inside to put in another pad.

***

That night, he gave in and pleasured himself. Touching his wet cunt lips was enough to make him want to vomit but he was so horny he didn’t fucking care. Screwing his eyes shut and turning his head away, he reached down and inserted a finger. The ecstatic moan that escaped his lips made him blush but it didn’t keep him from pushing his finger in further. He massaged himself like Rachel had taught him, whimpering and moaning the whole time. He arched his back and delved in deep, nearly screaming with frantic passion when he touched a very sensitive spot.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh, Fuck! TESS! TESS! OH, FUCK, TESS!!” he yelled, squirming on the bed. 

He imagined the boy looking down at him with those sultry blue-green eyes, mouth parted and sweat dripping from his brow as his long, thick, hot cock thrust in deeper and deeper and harder and harder. The fantasy was electric and sent him over the edge, bringing him to a sticky, gooey orgasm.

His entire body thrummed with orgasm after orgasm, the climax building until he thought he would explode. It lasted for what felt like forever and left him crying when it was finally done. He lay there, drained but happy. So incredibly happy! He closed his eyes, pulling his fingers out of his pussy and lifting them to his mouth. Licking the juices, he breathed an imaginary good night to his imaginary lover.

Maybe there was a benefit to having a pussy after all?

***

The days passed and soon Chad had spent his first week at the cabin. Progress was slow because they kept discovering new projects along the way. For instance, they ended up taking the siding off and buying new logs because the existing logs were filled with insect holes. The foundation needed to be stabilized and the door frames were rotten. One morning, Chad looked under the rug in the living room and discovered the floorboards were warped. All too soon, he realized he would basically need to remodel the entire building.

This was fine with him because he got to spend more time with Tess.

As the days rolled by, he grew fond of the boy. No, scratch that. He grew more than fond; he was quickly becoming completely infatuated with him. The mere scent of Tess’ sweat was enough to get him going. His pussy dripped constantly when he was around the kid and he had to sneak off and pleasure himself several times to get through the day.

Tess seemed to feel similarly toward him. His behavior became more solicitous and he flirted almost constantly. He took to making all three meals each day for Chad and was never more than a few feet away. His bare shoulder often was right against Chad’s bare shoulder and he would ‘forget’ to pull his pants up, letting them slide down his smooth waist until his fire-engine-red pubes were spilling out in front and his tight, furry buttocks were spilling out of the back. Chad noted the boy’s sizable bulge jutting before him kept his jeans from sliding off. Who needs a belt when you’re hung like a horse?

Unfortunately, just when it seemed like the boy would make a move, Chad got sick.

He awoke one morning feeling violently ill and rushed into the bathroom to throw up. Without any food in his stomach, though, he just had dry heaves. He was sagging there, head hanging over the toilet bowl and stomach spasming painfully, when he felt a cool hand on his back and heard Tess’ voice in his ear.

“You Ok, dude?”

Chad took a shuddering breath and was about to reply when he was wracked by another spasm and heaved again. Nothing came out. When it was over, he fell back on his heels and held his head in his hands. His brow was sweaty and the room was spinning.

Tess watched him, concerned. Finally, he offered, “Want me to take ya to the doctor? You might have food poisoning.” He paused for a moment before adding hurriedly, “God, I hope it wasn’t my cooking! I couldn’t fuckin’ live myself if I made ya sick!”

Chad gave him a watery smile. “I’m sure it’s not your cooking. Everything you make is delicious. And I’ve watched you. You could win an award for proper kitchen sanitation.”

Tess smiled proudly before the concern returned. “You sure yer Ok? I’m happy to take you to the doc.”

Waving this off, Chad replied, “No, I’ll be fine.” He straightened, pushing himself up from the floor. “In fact, I feel a bit better already.” He sniffed the air delicately as the aroma from breakfast wafted into the room, though, and made a face. “Can you just maybe skip the pickled radish this morning? I don’t think my stomach can handle it.”

He felt better as the day wore on but woke up sick again the next morning, stomach heaving. When he picked at his breakfast, Tess insisted that they go see a doctor but Chad refused once again. “I don’t know what’s going on,” he said, “but I don’t think it’s anything serious.”

That night when he was undressing before bed, he looked down at himself and gave a start of surprise at the size of his belly. Jesus, he thought, have I been eating too much? He reached down and cradled his protruding stomach, unable to believe it belonged to him. It got worse when he happened to catch sight of his nipples. “What the fuck?!” he yelped. “I’ve got tits!”

It was true.

His previously tiny nipples were now swollen and huge. Worse, his hairy pecs were distended, almost like a pair of breasts. He clapped his hands over them, wincing when he realized how sensitive they were. What the hell was happening to his body?

It didn’t take him long to realize that this had to be related to Dawson Crawford’s curse. He slapped a hand to his forehead. Of course! It had to be Dawson! The dude hadn’t been content to simply leave him with a pussy, he just had to give him the rest of a female’s anatomy, too! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He stared down at himself, revolted. His stomach had always been so flat! He was growing curvaceous just like a woman! He reached back and cupped his buttocks in his hands, shivering with disgust when he realized they were bigger and rounder, too.

“FUCK!” he screamed, wanted to fucking die of humiliation. How could this get any worse?

The next day, he drove into town and bought a whole new wardrobe consisting of baggy shirts and pants to hide his growing breasts, hips and ass. The hardest part for his ego was not being able to fit into his boxers with the 32-inch waist. He worn the same size since he was a freshman in high school! It was a point of pride that he still fit into the same clothes after all these years. Unfortunately for him, this was only the first of several times over the coming weeks when he’d be forced to buy bigger clothes. Soon, he was barely able to squeeze into jeans with a 38-inch waist and had to wear boxers that were extra large.

Becoming a female sucked.

***

His sexual appetite expanded along with his waistline and increasingly voluptuous breasts. Working every day with the studly Tess left him feverish. He fingered himself raw many times a day but still ached for more. Finally, in desperation, he ordered a huge dildo–the same size and color that he fantasized belonged to Tess–and waited anxiously for three days until it finally arrived. When he unwrapped it, though, he discovered it wasn’t tan but deep black. 

His mouth fell open in disbelief.

It looked exactly like Dawson’s unholy member; the same ugly club he’d used to deflower Chad and turn him into a pussified freak.

He threw it out. 

And promptly ordered another from a different company. He had needs after all! Nothing could satisfy his craving a big, hard cock in his cunt.

This company got the order right and he let out a little cry of delight when he pulled the immensely long and fat tube of rubber out of the box. Tess! It looked just like Tess! (Or at least he hoped so!)

Within minutes, he’d squirted lube all over it and was thrusting the dildo up inside himself with wild abandon. He came more than a dozen times that night before falling into a peaceful slumber, imagining that Tess was holding him snugly in his long, strong arms.

***

Chapter 3

As his mysterious illness continued over the coming weeks, Tess took over all the heavy lifting. It was endearing how protective he was of Chad and also funny that Chad didn’t react more strongly to his somewhat paternalistic behavior. Before he’d been pussified, he would’ve been insulted but now he was touched. He also couldn’t deny it was a bit of a turn on; it felt really good to have a man take care of him!

“Here, dude. Lemme get that for ya.” Tess said one morning, taking the stack of two-by-fours out of Chad’s arms and lifting them onto the ladder. “Yer sick and I don’t want ya to hurt yerself.” After securing the lumber, he climbed back down and placed a hand on Chad’s ass, looking him up and down before commenting, “Yer lookin’ super cute today, by the way.” There was that wink again.

“Er, thanks.” Chad didn’t know why he didn’t swat the kid’s hand away and instead leaned into the touch. Tess grinned, moving his hand around until he had Chad’s entire left buttock in his grip.

“Nice ‘n’ soft,” he purred, squeezing. “An’ big, too. I swear yer butt’s even bigger than it was yesterday. See? I told ya you’d look better with a little paddin’!” He lifted his nose and sniffed. “You smell good, too, bro. Better than Tessa ever did. I like it.”

Chad was having trouble breathing. Part of him wanted to shove the kid away but another couldn’t get enough of his attention. He started panting and he could feel his panty liner getting soaked. Just when he thought that Tess would kiss him, though, the boy shook his head as if dazed and moved stiffly away.

“Sorry,” he mumbled over his shoulder. “I must really need to get laid er sumthin’.” He laughed. “‘Jeez, look at me! Getting all horned up over a dude!”

Chad’s shoulders fell with disappointment as the boy climbed the ladder and resumed work.

***

October arrived and so did the divorce papers. Chad nearly dropped them when the courier requested his signature. Even though he’d asked Rachel for the divorce, he hadn’t really expected her to go through with it. Just last week, she’d called him more than a dozen times, pleading with him to reconsider. He’d been firm, though, telling her it wasn’t her fault and he wished he could make it work but it was over. Afterwards, he cried and cried, feeling like his heart was being torn out of his chest. 

Tess found him sitting on the porch with his face in his hands. The papers lay on the steps beside him. Chad didn’t try to stop him when he reached down and picked them up. The kid was silent for a long time, reading. Finally, he sat down and slung his arm over his shoulders.

“I’m sorry, bro. Real sorry,” was all he said.

Chad cried silently. The truth was, though, that having Tess’ warm, firm body next to him helped a lot. Tess had that effect on him. Whenever he was around, Chad didn’t worry about anything. He felt like any obstacle could be overcome. He felt confident. Secure. Calm. And loved.

This last part gave him pause.

Love?

Was he really in love with Tess?

Yes.

Yes, he was.

Oh, fuck! What was wrong with him? He was in love with a straight kid! What the fuck–

“You know what I do when I get served divorce papers?” Tess asked, massaging Chad’s shoulders. When Chad merely blinked back at him dumbly, he answered, “I go huntin’! An’ guess what, bro? Today’s the first day of archery season! Ain’t it perfect?”

He stood up and offered a hand to Chad, saying, “C’mon, bro! Let’s play hooky and shoot some deer! I got the tree blind’s all set up an’ ready to go!”

***

He rode in Tess’ truck to his hunting spot about five miles away. Pulling up in a small turnaround next to a trailhead, he laughed when Chad pointed out that it wasn’t even noon and the deer wouldn’t be out until dusk.

“When was the last time you went deer hunting, bro?” His eyes were dancing with merriment. Chad was silent. Smiling indulgently, Tess continued, “Trust the expert, dude. You gotta sit in the blind real early so yer scent’s gone by the time they come out to forage.” He patted the cooler next to him. “I brought everything we need to keep us fed and happy until then. Don’t worry, juss come with me and do what I do.”

He led Chad down the trail to the edge of a clearing surrounded by poplars. The autumn sunshine was warm and the sky was deep blue. The leaves on the trees were golden yellow, matching the color of the grassland they sheltered. Clumps of sumac flamed crimson in the sunlight, the scent of their tart berries lifting on the breeze. While Chad looked around, Tess pointed upward to a platform in a nearby white pine. It was high enough that it was out of the line of sight of any deer that might wander through the field and taller than most of the surrounding poplars. Chad was impressed. The platform looked very secure and was wide enough for two men to sit upon comfortably.

“Here,” Tess said, handing him a bundle of clothing. “Put these on. I’m pretty sure they’ll fit.” Chad looked over and saw him holding a camouflaged jumpsuit. He was reaching over to take it when Tess put up his hand, stopping him. “But first, you gotta strip and rub this stuff all over yer body.” 

He tossed a plastic bottle to him. Chad nearly fumbled it because he was so put off by the boy’s demand that he take off his clothes. He stared down at the bottle labeled, ‘Doe Scent.’ He gave Tess a quizzical look.

Tess chuckled. “Even though I think ya smell terrific, the deer sure don’t! Put that on to cover up yer odor.” He winked, “If yer real lucky, maybe a big buck will try an’ mount ya! Haha!”

Chad tossed the bottle back to him. “I’m not wearing that and I’m definitely not going to take off my clothes. I’ve changed my mind. Let’s go.” He turned and started to walk back to the truck.

Tess’ firm hand landed on his shoulder. “Stop,” he ordered. “I didn’t come all the way out here just to have ya get all prissy on me. Now take off yer clothes, rub that shit all over ya, and get suited up!” He pushed the bottle and jumpsuit into Chad’s hands.

There was an edge of steel to his tone that Chad hadn’t heard before and it did funny things to him. Well, more precisely it did funny things to his pussy. He found himself obeying, turning around bashfully and stepping out of his clothes (except for his boxers) as his cunt trickled juices. He was careful to hide his dangling breasts and bulging tummy as he did so. As horny as he was, he was under no illusions that Tess would find his curvaceous body attractive. He knew he looked like an ugly freak. No, he could never let Tess see him naked.

He rubbed the nasty oil over himself, wrinkling his nose. He couldn’t believe this was how female deer smelled. It was rank! 

As he changed and applied the scent, he could feel Tess’ eyes on him the whole time but, when he turned around, the boy was dutifully pulling off his clothes. Chad’s eyebrows went up when Tess shimmied out of his jeans and he saw that he was wearing only a tiny pair of orange briefs underneath. Chad’s mouth (and cunt) watered. The bulge filling up that stretchy, orange pouch was nothing short of epic. He stifled a moan. Oh, how he envied the women Tess had fucked! What he wouldn’t give to have that man-sized cock inside his pussy! Tess was so hung that he wouldn’t have any trouble tickling Chad’s G-spot until it buzzed like a hive of bees!

Forcibly tearing his gaze away from the hung lad, he stared down at his chest in the jumpsuit, eying it critically for any sign that his breasts were poking out. He breathed a sigh of relief. The jumpsuit was plenty loose enough to conceal his tits. And most of his big belly, too. It did, however, hug his backside very closely. Apparently, Tess noticed this, too, because Chad caught him staring at his ass when he turned around.

“Jesus, bro,” he breathed, slightly glassy-eyed. 

Chad was hoping he’d do more than just stare but sadly Tess shook himself and picked up his compound bow. “Here, you can use this,” he said, holding it out to him. “I’ve got my dad’s here.” He jerked his chin over to the other bow lying next to the cooler in the long grass. “We can practice before we go up there.”

“Wait,” Chad said. “Aren’t you gonna put the doe scent on, too?” 

He started to hand over the bottle but Tess stopped him. “Nope. Don’t need it.”

“Why?”

Tess smiled, producing another bottle from his things. “‘Cuz I’m wearing this.” He held it up; the label read, ‘Buck Scent.’ Chad rolled his eyes and Tess laughed, bragging, “C’mon, bro! We both know who the big buck around here is, don’t we?”

Chad gave him a withering glare. “Fuck you.”

Tess’ eyes lit up at this and the corner of his mouth quirked. The message was clear and it made Chad’s cunt get all juicy.

***

Chad had taken archery in college and wasn’t a bad shot. He found the skill came back with a little practice. The last time he used a bow, however, he didn’t have breasts and he found they added complexity to the equation. He had to both hide them from Tess’s view and make sure they didn’t get in the way of the bowstring when he drew it back.

His skill with the bow impressed Tess greatly. “Whoa, bro!” he cried when Chad’s arrow hit the target from more than fifty paces away. “An’ I thought I’d be teachin’ you how to aim a bow!” He slung his arm over Chad’s shoulders and pulled him in close. “Maybe you can give me some pointers on how to shoot, huh?” His eyes sparkled as he said this, making Chad flush.

***

The platform was smaller than it looked from below which meant Chad was pressed tightly against Tess. This was fine with him, though. He’d use any excuse to be close to the kid. He resisted, though, when Tess patted the space between his legs, inviting Chad to sit between them.

“No,” he said, keenly aware of the less than certain tone of his voice. “Uh, won’t I be in the way when you draw your bow?”

Tess sighed, pulling him down between his long, sinewy thighs. “See?” the boy said, taking up his bow and drawing it. “No problem at all.” He was right; he could easily aim the bow even with Chad between his legs.

They sat like that, Tess holding Chad and sipping Mountain Dew, his potent buck scent filling his nostrils until he was lightheaded. It was a perfect autumn day, complete with honking flocks of Canada geese and the haunting calls of sandhill cranes. The breeze was from the south, offering a little respite from the heat but, even so, Chad was soon sweating in his jumpsuit. He wiggled, trying to find some shade but the platform was fully in the sun. Oh, how he wanted to unzip the stifling suit! His fear of exposing his big breasts, however, convinced him to stay covered up.

Tess was under no such compunction and soon unzipped his suit, shrugging it off his shoulders until he was bare from the waist up. He folded his tanned arms around Chad’s waist, easing him backward. Chad was powerless to resist the boy’s advances and was soon reclining against the young man’s firm, muscular chest.

“This is fuckin’ perfect,” Tess sighed in Chad’s ear. “I could stay like this forever.”

Chad stifled a moan. His poor cunt was on fire with lust but he was too paralyzed with fear to make a move. He was quickly coming to understand that Tess wasn’t completely straight but he was also aware that, while he might be into men, that didn’t necessarily mean he wanted a man with a pussy and furry breasts.

“Hold on a sec. I gotta piss.”

Tess stood up on the platform and picked up an empty bottle of Mountain Dew, unscrewing the cap. Chad’s jaw dropped when the boy unselfconsciously whipped out his dick and, aiming into the bottle, let loose a fragrant stream of urine.

His cock was HUGE!

Flaccid, Tess was bigger than a large man’s erection.

And just as thick.

Chad couldn’t stop staring at it.

He’d never seen a dick that big before. Back before Dawson robbed him of his manhood, Chad had possessed a hefty piece of his own but this one put his old ‘love cannon’ to shame. 

“Yeah, I’m pretty hung,” Tess admitted, catching Chad staring. “You’d think I’d be proud to be such a stud but it’s actually more of a curse than anything else. Take Tessa, for instance. She couldn’t take all of me. Said it was too painful.” He shrugged sadly. “Basically, every chick I fuck says the same thing, ‘You’re too big, Tess!’ Even anal’s no good.” He laughed, adding, “And believe me, bro, I’ve tried every position known to man but nuthin’ works. Sad truth is I’m stuck with a useless cock and I’m basically still a virgin.” Grinning slyly, he drawled, “If ya know anybody who might wanna give my ugly horsecock a try, lemme know…” He winked, tapping his massive dick on the edge of the bottle. Chad almost passed out. His poor pussy was ready to burn up!

In desperate need of a distraction, Chad realized he had to pee, too. Lately, he had to pee so often that he could’ve sworn his bladder was shrinking. He stirred, getting ready to climb down off the platform but Tess stopped him.

“Where’re you goin’, bro?”

Clearing his throat, he mumbled, “I, uh, gotta pee, too.”

Tess shook his head. “Not down there, ya don’t!” When Chad stared up at him blankly, he huffed, “If ya piss down there, the fucking deer’ll smell ya a mile away!” He reached down and picked up another empty Mountain Dew bottle and held it out. “Here. Piss in this and twist the cap on tight when yer done. That’ll keep yer smell outta the air.”

Chad meekly accepted the bottle and resumed his climb down from the platform. Tess stopped him again, however.

“What’re ya doin’, bro?” he demanded. “You don’t need to go down there. Piss up here like a man!” He exhaled in annoyance. “We’re both dudes, dude! What’s yer problem?”

Chad was opening his mouth to make an excuse when Tess dropped a bombshell.

The boy asked, “Are ya embarrassed ‘cuz yer trans?”

Chad just about fell off the platform. “Huh?”

Tess rolled his eyes. “A T-Boy. You know, a dude with lady parts.”

Chad felt like he was going to faint. He rubbed his forehead, feeling suddenly ill. His legs started to give out and he would’ve fallen if Tess hadn’t steadied him by the elbow. He opened and closed his mouth several times but no words came out.

“I’ve known since the day ya got here, bro,” Tess revealed. “Well, since that second night anyway but I knew sumthin’ was diff’rent ‘bout ya when we first met.” He lifted his nose and sniffed. “It’s yer pussy. I can smell it a mile away, even when yer slathered in doe scent. Still, I didn’t know for sure until I spied on ya that night and saw yer twat.” He paused, smiling wolfishly at the memory. “That’s when I knew I wanted ya. It took a while, though, before I could admit it to myself. I mean, I love pussy an’ all but I ain’t never been with a dude.”

Chad’s stomach was turning and he wanted to throw up. He all but collapsed on the little platform, falling to his knees and holding his head in his hands. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe that Tess had known his secret all along.

Tess continued blithely, “‘Course, when ya stopped takin’ yer hormones and started detransitioning, it was even more obvious. I mean, c’mon, bro! Did ya really think I didn’t notice yer tits? And the morning sickness?”

Chad’s head snapped up and he locked eyes with Tess. “What did you say? Morning sickness?”

“Yeah, morning sickness.” Tess shrugged. “I know yer trans and I know yer knocked up, dude. There. Now the pussy’s outta the bag. Can we juss get on with it? I know yer horny for me.” He reached down and patted his humongous bulge proudly. “And my big man here’s horny for yer cunt, too.”

Chad’s heart froze. His mind was blank; it had stopped working after the words, ‘morning sickness.’ Somewhere far off in the recesses of his mind, he heard Dawson bragging, ‘I’m gonna do you an’ Rachel a favor. You can thank me later but right now I’m gonna make some babies.’ That was right before he fucked Chad’s new pussy, rending his hymen and leaving him bleeding and broken inside.

Dawson had impregnated him.

He was carrying Dawson’s baby!

Gah! How come he’d been so dense? Even Tess figured it out weeks before he did.

He was so consumed by this unwelcome news–and Tess’ apparent knowledge of it–that he didn’t notice Tess smiling down at him. Didn’t notice the young man kneeling. And didn’t notice him leaning forward. No, he didn’t register anything until Tess had taken his chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned his head so Chad had to face him.

“You’re beautiful. I want you.”

He forgot all about having a pussy and the impossibility of being pregnant. All he knew was that he was lost in the dancing depths of Tess’ green-blue eyes. Tess thought he was beautiful! Tess wanted him!

And then the boy opened his tender lips and kissed him.

Tess was kissing him!

His lips were softer than any woman’s. And his tongue was hot. Almost fiery. His mouth tasted of cloves and honey and copper…and Mountain Dew. Tess put his hand on the back of Chad’s head and pushed his mouth into his, opening wide and devouring him. Chad responded, all concern burning away like the morning mist in the heat of the sun. He opened his mouth and invited Tess to take him.

***

“Now lemme finally get a good look at ya,” Tess breathed, unzipping Chad’s suit slowly. When Chad tried to stop him, he caught his hands and pushed them away. “Uh huh,” he tsked. “That’s not how this works. You do what I tell ya. Period.”

Chad braced, pussy dripping and mind whirling. He loved it when Tess was dominant!

“Ah, Jesus! Ah, fuck! Would ya look at them titties!” Tess sighed, eyes burning at the sight of Chad’s saggy, furry boobs. “OMG! They’re hotter than fuck!” He leaned down and delicately licked the tip of Chad’s distended nipple, making him moan. And then he started sucking. The suction of his lips and touch of his tongue drove Chad into a new frenzy. He lifted his head and wailed.

Tess took his time, slowly working Chad’s suit down his broad shoulders until his round, soft belly was exposed. He cradled it in his big hands, squeezing it gently. “Yer baby’s growin’ in there, bro! Ya got a baby inside ya!”

Chad still wasn’t ready to admit that he was pregnant but he found the boy’s adoration very endearing. He didn’t have long to appreciate this side of Tess because the kid was already working the suit down over his butt. There was a devilish glint in his eye as he looked up at Chad. “Now, lemme at that pussy I’ve been dying to taste for the last three months!”

He yanked Chad’s boxers down.

Chad froze, closing his eyes. He couldn’t look! He just couldn’t! The silence between them stretched for so long, though, that he finally grew worried and cracked an eyelid. Tess was staring, open-mouthed, down at his fuzzy cunt. A long rope of drool slid out of the corner of lips, landing with an audible splat on Chad’s pussy lips.

“Fuuuuuuuck, bro” Tess moaned. “That’s fuckin’ hotter than fuck!”

He lowered his face and extended his tongue. Chad’s generous butt cheeks clenched in anticipation. And then he threw back his head and cried out with delight as the boy’s tongue danced across his exposed labia, tempting and teasing and titillating him until his juices were flowing freely, trickling down his taint and pooling on the rumpled folds of his jumpsuit beneath his wide bottom.

***

Somehow he was naked. And somehow Tess was beneath him. Tess was also naked. And erect. Very erect. They were still on the platform, perched precariously in midair. And Chad’s pussy was wetter than wet. And his breasts were bouncing up and down. And Tess was guiding him over his cock.

“C’mon, lie down on top of me. There’s room. Here,” Tess guided him until Chad’s knees were straddling his narrow waist and his dripping cunt was positioned–

“FUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

Tess’ fat cockhead slipped inside his pussy. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He’d been fucked by Dawson once and had shoved a dildo inside himself many times but nothing could have prepared him for the cascade of rapidly multiplying pleasures that Tess’ big cock gave him. He had to close his eyes. It was too much. Way too much. How the fuck did women survive sex? This was far more intense than anything he’d known when he had a penis. 

Tess was a pro.

And Chad was, too. 

Or at least his pussy was. It turned out that he’d done both of them a favor by pleasuring himself with such an unnaturally large dildo: It stretched him out just enough so that he maximized Tess’ enjoyment…and therefore his own. Tess put his hands on Chad’s hips and held him steady, gently rocking him back and forth. He slowly pulled him downward. Chad’s gaping pussy enveloped more and more of his long, thick prick. Soon, Tess arched his back and cried out in amorous ecstasy as he thrust the entirety of his monster deep inside Chad. Sweat poured off their bodies, soaking their discarded jumpsuits and the platform beneath them. Tess turned pink with exertion and Chad’s copious chest hair was drenched with perspiration.

And then Tess came.

It was violent and tender at the same time.

And it lasted for a long time.

Chad could feel the boy’s hot seed pumping inside him. Pumping, pumping, pumping. Until his orifice overflowed with semen and it dribbled out of his pussy and onto Tess’ red, curly pubes.

Tess’ seismic orgasm lasted so long that Chad came for the first time, too. The first of many, many times.

Tess panted beneath him, face suffused with happiness and eyes unfocused as the orgasm dissipated. His giant pole grew soft and then hard again. Soon, he was ready for another go. This time, though, he flipped Chad over so he was on the bottom. This allowed him to shove his dick even further inside him. Tess’ cries of passion blended with Chad’s grunts of euphoria as he experienced orgasm upon orgasm upon orgasm, each one more intense than the last.

Chad never wanted it to end but, sadly, even though Tess was young and eager, he was still a man which meant he ran out of steam after five orgasms. He stared down at Chad, sweat dripping down his face and eyes on fire with lust, breathing, “Well, whaddaya think? Are we compatible or what?” He barked with laughter after he said this, shaking his head and splattering droplets of sweat. “I never ever woulda imagined I’d fall for a dude with a pussy! And a pregnant one at that!” 

Chad’s face clouded at this last part and Tess grew sober. “Hey, bro,” he soothed. “Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing! I got it all under control. Juss lie back and let yer big, hung stud take care of ya.” He smirked proudly, pumping his still-hard cock against Chad’s G-Spot and making him moan.

Tess teased him like that for a while before he happened to look down off the platform. Laughing, he said, “Well, well, well! What do we have here?” Chad followed his gaze over to the edge of the field. It was dusk by then and the sun was setting. In the dim light, he spotted two deer, an eight-point buck and a good-sized doe. As they watched, the buck mounted the doe and commenced humping. The deer’s mouth fell open as he did so and his amorous grunts echoed across the field. Beneath him, the doe belled, a high, clear call.

Tess laughed. “Haha! Those fuckin’ copycats!” He looked back and saw Chad’s rosy cheeks. He lowered his lips and kissed him. “Let’s show ‘em how it’s done, huh? Are ya ready?”

And then he fucked Chad a sixth time.

***

Chapter 4

It was a week of pure bliss for Chad. Tess treated him like a queen, catering to his every need and fucking him senseless whenever he asked. Which was often. The only time Chad wasn’t horny was in the morning when he was throwing up. After that, though, he was ready for that big, hard cock. And Tess was more than happy to oblige.

On the Sunday after their first tryst in the hunting blind, Tess made an extra big dinner of purple sticky rice and spicy sausage with pickled mustard greens. (He pulled the greens, though, after Chad complained the smell turned his stomach.)

“What’s the occasion?” Chad asked, drooling over the delicious spread.

“You,” Tess said, leaning over to kiss him before looking over his shoulder toward the front door. “And Chue and Nkauj.”

“Huh?” Chad followed his gaze and did a double take when he saw a young man about Tess’ age leading an elderly woman up to the door. They looked like they were of Asian descent.

“Chue’s my best bro,” Tess explained, drying his hands on his apron and turning to get the door. “He’s back for a couple days from his residency. He’s gonna be a doctor soon. An’ Nkauj’s his grandma. She’s a midwife.”

Chad’s stomach clenched as he belatedly deduced what his lover had in mind. “Tess, hey–” he started to say but Tess was already going to greet their guests.

***

After a somewhat awkward dinner during which Tess and Chue provided the bulk of the conversation while Chad and Nkauj blinked across the table at each other, Chue asked Chad if he could examine him. “I’m on my OB/GYN rotation right now, dude. I’m no expert but I should at least be able to confirm if you’re really pregnant.”

Tess didn’t give Chad the chance to back out and guided him behind the little partition that separated their bed from the rest of the cabin. “Here,” he said, pushing Chad down on the bed and inviting Chue in, “this’ll be perfect.”

He left them alone and went back into the living area where he attempted to practice his Mong Leng with Chue’s grandmother.

It was clear that Tess had filled Chue in on the details of Chad’s situation because he was very matter of fact. He had Chad undress under a sheet while he went back to his car to retrieve his medical kit. When he returned, Chad was lying under the sheet, looking up at him with wide eyes. Chue opened the kit and, taking out a blood pressure gauge and a stethoscope, commenced taking Chad’s vitals.

“Tess says you’ve been experiencing morning sickness. Is that right?”

Chad nodded, feeling profoundly uncomfortable. “Yeah, but it seems to be getting better lately.”

“Yes, usually symptoms abate by around Week Twelve or so.” Chue placed his stethoscope between Chad’s pendulous breasts and listened to his heart. Chad was mortified to have his hairy tits on display but Chue didn’t seem to care; he carefully moved them out of the way and placed the cool metal against Chad’s sternum. After a while he said, “Your heartbeat is strong. No murmurs. And your blood pressure is good. Do you want me to see if I can detect a fetal heartbeat?”

This is too fucking surreal, Chad thought as he allowed Chue to move the scope down to his protruding belly. It was bigger and rounder and fuller than ever. Every day when Chad got dressed he found it harder to conceal. He knew it would soon be too big to hide. 

Chue listened intently for a few seconds before nodding. “Yep. I hear one for sure. Maybe two. You could have twins inside you, dude. One thing’s for certain, though: You’re definitely pregnant.” 

Chad blinked up at him. Even though he knew Chue was right, nothing could prepare him to hear those words from a doctor.

Chue continued, “I’d say you’re about fourteen weeks along. You should definitely go see a real OB/GYN and decide if you’re going to keep the baby.” He explained delicately, “Tess mentioned that the, uh, circumstances around conception might have been less than ideal.”

“You can say that again,” Chad muttered before he was overcome with tears. They came unbidden, pouring out of his eyes like a fountain. He lay there blubbering while Chue looked down at him sympathetically. 

After a moment, he took his hand and squeezed it. “It’s Ok,” he murmured, stroking Chad’s hand. “It’ll be Ok. You have Tess to look after you now. Lean on him. He’s a good guy.”

Chad continued sobbing, uncertain whether he was upset, overwhelmed or ecstatic. He and Rachel had tried for years to have children without success. He wanted to be a father in the worst way and had been filled with envy when all of his peers started having kids after barely even trying. He and Rachel had been discussing adoption or surrogacy before Dawson unmanned him and destroyed their marriage. It was perverse in the extreme that he was finally getting his lifelong wish, only instead of being the child’s father, he would be the mother!

It might be perverse and it might be laughable but one thing was clear to him: He was going to keep this baby (or babies)! He said as much to Chue.

Chue nodded. “We were hoping you’d say that. That’s why Tess wanted me to bring along my grandmother. She’s helped bring dozens of babies into the world. If you’ll agree, she would be delighted to be your midwife.”

***

“So, you’re gonna do it?” Tess prompted after Chue and Nkauj left. “You’re gonna go see a real doctor and let Nkauj take care of you?”

“She already has!” Chad said, smiling. Before the older woman had left, she’d insisted on rubbing down Chad’s big belly with aromatic oils and giving him a deep-tissue massage. He was lying on the bed in his bathrobe, his hands resting protectively over his belly. He didn’t know if it was his imagination but he swore he could feel the baby kicking!

“Good,” Tess said, coming over to sit beside him on the bed. He slung his arm over Chad’s shoulders and drew him against his chest. “I’m glad we’re gonna have a baby.” He paused as if startled by these words and then shouted, “I can’t fuckin’ believe it! WE’RE GONNA HAVE A BABY! I’M GONNA BE A FATHER!!!” He laughed, shaking his head. “If only Tessa could see me now. She’d shit herself. And then try an’ clobber you!”

Chad started to smile at the boy’s happy reaction but then frowned. He waited until Tess calmed down before asking, “Are you sure about this? I mean, the baby’s not even yours. Do you really want to be with a pregnant freak like me? We’ll be the laughing stock of the whole fuckin’ town! I’m a guy, Tess! You’re going to be with a pregnant guy!”

“You think I don’t know that already?” Tess lowered his lips to kiss him on the forehead. “I don’t give a fuck ‘bout what anybody thinks. ‘Sides, the world’s changin’, dude. Sure, it’s still weird up here in rural Michigan for a trans man to have a baby but it’s not weird everywhere. I mean, sooner or later, we’re gonna have to move downstate, right? You can’t stay up here forever!” He kissed Chad again, cajoling, “C’mon, man! It’s nice an’ all bein’ up here but you got a life down there. And a family.”

“I-I-I can’t think about that right now.” Chad reached up and massaged his forehead. “Let’s just take this one day at a time.” He squeezed Tess’ hand. “I’m glad to hear you want to stay with me. I-I-I don’t think I could do it without you.”

Tess kissed him again. “That’s what I’m here for.” He paused to reach under the bed and pull something out. “And speakin’ of bein’ here for each other…” He held out the object for Chad’s inspection. “What do ya think ‘bout tryin’ out this baby on me tonight? It’s not fair that yer the only one who gets to have a big, hard cock up yer hole!”

Chad goggled at the immense, black dildo in Tess’ hands, demanding, “Where the fuck did you get that?”

Tess’ eyes narrowed. “Why, outta yer trash can, bro! I seen ya throw it out a few weeks ago and saved it from the landfill.” Before Chad could object, Tess had shed his clothes and was on all fours with his furry butt poking right into his face. As Chad gaped, the boy thrust his butt backwards and opened his cheeks, displaying his tiny, tight pucker. He looked at Chad between his legs, entreating, “Go on, lick me! Get me all wet! And then fuckin’ lube up that dildo an’ destroy my manhole! I wanna be juss as gapin’ as you when yer done!”

Dazed and confused, Chad inhaled the ripe scent of Tess’ butthole. He had to admit that the boy did have a really nice ass, though. And his hole was so cute and pink! A second later, his long-dormant top instincts took over and he was eating that flavorful hole with gusto. In no time, he had Tess squealing for more. It was beyond satisfying to take that huge, black dildo and use it to fuck him senseless. Tess whined in pain, submission and delight as Chad rammed him deep and hard and mercilessly.

The old Chad Conyers hadn’t died after all; he was just waiting for the right boy hole to fuck.

***

Chapter 5

He was eight months pregnant when he showed up for his divorce hearing. Tess was beside him, looking very dapper in a gray, tailored suit that he’d bought for the occasion. ‘I want everyone to look at me and know I’m yer man,’ he confided when he tried it on for the first time. ‘And, more importantly, that I’m the father of yer baby.’ He smiled impishly, adding, ‘I mean, I know I ain’t the biological daddy but I am the real dad. Everyone needs to know that.’ ‘Yes, you are,’ Chad agreed, kissing him. ‘Yes, you are.’

It was heartbreaking seeing Rachel’s reaction both to his obvious pregnancy and to Tess’ stalwart presence by his side. Rachel knew Chad was bi; he’d never kept it a secret from her. But it was clear she never thought Chad would leave her for a man. And then when you added in the seeming impossibility of his pregnancy–the very thing she and Chad had wanted so badly for so many years–well, it nearly broke her. Chad had to keep his eyes glued to the floor to keep from crying. 

He waddled into the courtroom, holding his enormously distended belly, and collapsed into a chair. The babies–twins if the ultrasound was correct–were kicking like crazy and he couldn’t wait to get the little fuckers out of his belly. He sat there, hunched forward and cradling his stomach, while Tess stood next to him. The boy held his chin proudly up and rested his big hand on Chad’s shoulder. He looked incredibly handsome. If Chad wasn’t in so much pain, he would’ve been horny for him. But they had been forced to curtail their sexual escapades a few weeks ago; it was just too uncomfortable and Chad privately worried that Tess’ enormous cock would harm the babies.

The hearing was just a formality; Chad wasn’t contesting anything. It was therefore a surprise when the judge awarded him half of Rachel’s estate. Apparently, her net worth was more than double his and she owed him a lot of money when their assets were divided down the middle. He tried to object but his lawyer scolded him. “Quiet!” she hissed. “You have twins on the way. You need all the money you can get!”

Tess helped him out of his chair when it was over, giving him a congratulatory hug. “You did it! You’re free!” he whispered in his ear, reaching down to rub his belly. “Now we can get married and have even more babies!”

Chad laughed. “We’ll see about that. I’m not sure I’m even ready for these!”

His ex-sister-in-law and the co-owner of his construction company, Claire, was waiting for them on the steps outside the courthouse. “I would give you my congratulations,” she muttered, “but Rachel would kill me. And honestly I don’t know what the fuck to say about you being pregnant.” She stared askance at his giant belly. “But what I’m really here for is to tell you how much I need you back at the company. I can’t do it on my own, Chad. I need your help!”

He frowned. “I’d like to, Claire, but, as you can see, I’m in no shape right now.”

“You can sit in front of a computer, can’t you?” she pressed. “What I need most is someone to handle the books and deal with the customers over the phone. Me and the guys can handle the heavy lifting.”

“I don’t know…”

Tess stepped in. “He’d be happy to help, um, Ms…?”

Claire’s eyes swiveled over to the boy, assessing him. Finally, she said, “Claire. My name’s Claire. And you are?”

Tess puffed out his chest. “The daddy. And Chad’s fiancé.” He held up his hand to display the engagement ring that Chad had given him. “I’ve also, ya know, been known to, uh, dabble in construction.”

Claire scowled. “I need someone who does more than dabble!”

Chad sighed. His ankles were swollen and his feet hurt like fuck. “He’s really good, Claire. He’s just being modest. We could use him. And I’ll need him if I’m going to go back to work there.” He leaned heavily against Tess and the boy put his arm over his shoulders. “I can’t do it without him.”

Claire looked Tess up and down critically before nodding. “Deal. Now, when can you be back?”

“Not for a couple months. I’m due soon and then–”

“I’ll give you six weeks,” Claire barked. “And then I want you back on the job!”

Chad wanted to object but Tess jumped in before he could say anything. “That’s great! We’ll do it. That’ll give us enough time to find a place and move back here.” He forestalled Chad’s protest by turning to him and placing his hands on his shoulders. “Listen, Babe, juss leave everything to me. I’ll handle it.”

And he did.

They returned to the cabin, freshly completed and winterized and gorgeous inside, with just enough time to enjoy the final days of winter before Chad went into labor. Nkauj and Tess were there by his side the whole time and Chad was so overwhelmed by the excruciating pain of childbirth that he barely noticed the bemused expressions of the staff in the maternity ward. In the end, he gave birth to two healthy, eight-pound babies.

“They are biologically female,” the doctor informed him as Chad lay back on the bed, red-faced and exhausted. She placed the still-slimy infants in his arms and they immediately began to suckle on his fuzzy breasts. He sighed with contentment as he nursed them, discovering one of the many secret pleasures of motherhood. He couldn’t believe it. He was a mother!

Lest he forget who the biological father was, Chad was soon reminded when the hair and skin of the babies darkened noticeably within a few days. He didn’t care if Dawson was the father, though. He loved them wholeheartedly because they were his own. And Tess’. It made him so proud to say that!

And, speaking of Tess, he’d never seen him so delighted. The boy matured into a proud father before his eyes, leaving Chad breathless (and horny.) He couldn’t wait to fuck again now that he wasn’t pregnant. He would, however, have to be careful to use protection to avoid an unwanted pregnancy.

Despite their best efforts at birth control, however, he and Tess were soon expecting another child. On top of this, they discovered that the twins, Max and Amos, might be biologically female but they were genetically male…just like their mother.

***

Chad invited Dawson, or Diego as he was now know, to their wedding. He knew it would be weird having him there but all three of Diego’s brothers were invited and it seemed rude to exclude him. Plus, the birth of the twins had helped Chad work through his anger toward the guy. Max and Amos were such delightful boys that it was impossible to hold onto any ill will toward their biological father. The truth, he came to realize, was that Dawson had given him a precious gift. Well, two precious gifts. And had indirectly led him into Tess’ arms. What was there to be bitter about?

It helped that he and Tess had met with Diego a few months prior when they asked him to terminate his parental rights to Max and Amos. He’d been cooperative, if somewhat standoffish, during the procedure. It was Tess who helped break the ice, extending his hand and thanking Diego for giving them their children. And after Tess had become the twins’ legal father, it had been easy for Chad to warm to the guy. Yeah, he and Diego would never be friends but they came to respect each other.

Diego and his husband, Noah, arrived at the ceremony with their new baby. She was barely a month old and the two husbands were clearly besotted with her. Chad and Tess received the trio with open arms, inviting them to have a playdate with the twins when their baby, Grace, was a little older. It was eerie how much Grace looked like Max and Amos; you could easily tell who the father was!

“When’s your due date?” Diego asked Chad after they’d exchanged pleasantries. He was, Chad noticed, even uglier than he remembered. But he did have a certain pugnacious sexiness about him. And the bulge tenting out his pants was nothing short of epic. He was probably even more hung than Tess!

Tess answered for Chad, placing his hand protectively over his protruding belly. (Chad’s tux had been tailored to accommodate his bulging stomach.) “We’re expecting in another four months, bro. This time, though, there’s only one bun in the ol’ oven.”

Noah laughed at Tess’ crude turn of phrase and the pair fist-bumped. Diego and Chad exchanged glances before smiling. Chad felt the iciness between them thaw even more.

Chad was opening his mouth to speak when he caught sight of the three other Crawford brothers, Jared, Brooks and Matthew. They were standing apart from the crowd, staring in their direction. At first, Chad thought they were staring at him but he soon realized it wasn’t him they were eying: It was the bulge in Tess’ tux.

Tess seemed to become aware of their lustful scrutiny at the same moment. Glancing up at Chad, he followed his gaze toward the three brothers. They smiled, raising their champagne glasses at him. Tess looked back at Chad, blond eyebrows lifting. The unspoken entreaty in his blue-green eyes was clear.

“Well?” Chad barked. “What’re you waiting for? I know you want to do it.” He swatted Tess on the bottom, causing the lad to jump. “Go over there and, um, introduce yourself. You have my permission. I, um, sorta owe them anyway.”

Tess needed no further encouragement and promptly took his leave of Diego and Noah, sauntering over and extending his hand to grip Jared’s…and then Brooks and Matthew’s. The room soon filled with their garrulous laughter. Chad watched them with narrowed eyes, feeling both titillated and jealous at the same time. He really didn’t mind his husband fooling around with other guys or women. It was bound to happen! Tess was a hot-blooded young man, after all. He just missed the good old days when he’d been the one of the prowl, sniffing out a nice, tight ass to fuck.

“Um, bro,” Noah cut in then, distracting Chad from his thoughts. He put his surprisingly big, firm hand on his shoulder. “Diego and me, uh, I mean, we’ve been talkin’ and we wanna show you our gratitude. Ya know, give ya a little weddin’ present, if ya know what I mean.” He paused, cheeks coloring, before he continued, “His mom can look after Grace,” he inclined his head toward their baby, cradled in Diego’s arms, “if you wanna…you know.” He jerked his eyes significantly over to the elevator to the guests’ suite of hotel rooms.

Diego didn’t wait for Chad’s assent. He handed the sleeping baby to Noah and steered Chad toward the elevator.

***