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Synopsis: Eight years ago Barry visited his first anonymous gender-
bender meeting. Thanks to it, it was seven years ago that he last
succumbed to his urges. For the past two years, he had taken over as the
host. Now he prepares for another meeting and this time one of the
newcomers might just endanger Barry's carefully guarded track record.
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Barry let his fingers glide over the chip. Tracing once again the number
seven stenciled on it. He was proud of it. Seven years without a single
time he did bend someone's gender. It had been hard to come this far.
The allure of changing someone's gender never truly had left him.
Today was one of those days that tested his resolve more than most. He
put away his chip and started to lift chairs from the stack in the
corners. He didn't know how many of them would show up today. Some might
not come by because they had succumbed to their addiction. Others might
have landed in jail.
He took a last look that everything was okay - donuts and coffee on a
side table - and took a seat. One by one the delinquents arrived and
took their seat. Some regulars and a few who only showed up every other
month. To Barry's surprise, three new faces were among them. It made him
sigh deeply. Another three corrupted by the allure.
"Welcome everyone to our weekly meeting of the anonymous gender
benders," Barry started. "I see we have three new attendees today. In
case this wasn't clear to you we try to share stories and experiences to
help us all deal with the various compulsions."
He took a moment to look at the gathered people before he continued.
"Why don't we start with a few regulars and once you get a feel for how
this group works you get to share your stories. Sounds good?" All three
nodded and Barry turned his head towards a mid-thirties man looking very
nervous. That usually meant there was a reason to why.
"Adam," Barry started and was rewarded by a guilty twitch from him. "Why
don't you start? You missed last week's meeting."
Adam looked very uncomfortable as he cleared his throat. "Hi, my name is
Adam." - "Hi Adam" - " and I missed the last meeting because ..." He
sighed deeply. "I switched again. But in all fairness, they begged me
too!"
Barry gave him a pregnant look. "What happened really?"
"It was a mother and son..."
Barry winced. Sadly tropes and stereotypes existed for a reason.
"... having an argument."
"Adam can switch people's bodies," Barry explained to the newcomers.
"Did you try to count to ten Adam? Like we practiced."
"I did. Really! Managed up to seven. Then they wished Barry. Wished that
the other one knew how they felt."
Barry knew just too well that this was like throwing a starving wolf a
bloody piece of meat and expecting it to not devour it. When will
mundanes finally learn to be careful with their wishes? Still, Barry had
his role to play here. "We talked about this Adam. You ain't a god or
genie. It is not your job to fulfill other people's wishes. Try harder
next time."
Barry noticed the smug look on Susan. Intrigued he turned his attention
on her. "Susan. How is your witch life treating you and how are you
doing in your abstinence?"
"Hadn't a drop of alcohol in three days," she joked. When it fell flat
she continued. "Fine. I didn't make any 'deserving' jerk into a bimbo
for nearly two months. Staying away from dive bars helps."
"That is pretty good," Barry commented. "I guess your anger management
therapist is happy about it too."
"Yes. She says I make great progress."
Barry nodded, but then it dawns on him. "She? Susan. Wasn't your
therapist male? You know. So you learn that not every male is a jerk?"
"She was. But we decided to do a little experiment. So he gets a feel
for what I have to deal with."
"Did HE had a choice to agree to this experiment?" At first, his pointed
question was greeted by silence.
"No," she half whispered her confession.
"Tell me, Susan, what did your therapist do that made you break your
gender bending abstinence?"
"It's not what he did, but said. He had this delusional idea that me
frequenting dive bars and making jerk into big breasted bimbos might
hint of 'suppressed homo-erotic tendencies'. Which is absolutely
ridiculous!"
"Maybe. Maybe not. You will turn him back, right?"
"Yes," Susan finally exclaimed before resorting to a pout that would
look right on a small child.
Stifling a sigh Barry turned to the three newcomers. "Before we go
through the rest of the regulars why don't we hear from our new
additions?" He looked to a lanky young guy of maybe eighteen or nineteen
years. "Why don't you start? Just state your name and what landed you
here."
"Uhm sure," the young man replied while scratching himself behind his
ear. "My name is Max... " - "Hi Max." - " ... And I was kidnapped by
aliens."
"Wrong meeting kid," Adam interrupted. "The help group for delusional is
Wednesday."
"It was real and I had proof! Grabbed a sweet little gun while escaped.
At first, it didn't function, but later I found out that this gun could
change people. All I had to do was concentrate on the desired result and
BOOM. It became real."
"Let me guess," Barry added dryly. "You didn't turn over such dangerous
piece of tech to the feds."
"Well, I planned to. But I thought a few little changes no one would
notice. But when I was the only boy left at a co-ed school it became
pretty obvious who was responsible.
"Rookie mistake," someone threw in and Barry gave a glare back.
"So what happened?" Barry wanted to know.
"They took my gun and I spend two years behind bars," Max admitted.
Barry nodded. The kid was what was known as tech-enabled. A good thing
as without tech he couldn't gender bend someone in the spur of the
moment. They usually had a better chance overcoming their addiction.
"Two years without turning someone a girl or woman, and no gun. Still,
you are here. That begs the question why."
"Well, I wanted to do this science project and bought some parts. They
told me those shops where I got the tech are on a special index and they
think I want to rebuild the gun, which is ..." Max laughed out loud and
it probably didn't just sounded forced to Barry. " ... absolutely
ridicules. So they slapped me with this probation that I have to visit a
self-help group. I need a signature after the meeting."
"Sure," Barry said. "We should talk some more about it, but first let's
hear from our two other newcomers."
He turned to the next new person. A woman in her late twenties or early
thirties. While the others had talked she had been busy writing notes.
It gave Barry hope that she had the will to quit her addiction.
"Ah Hi. My name is Cassandra..." - "Hi Cassandra." - " ... and I am a
theoretical gender bender."
Silence fell over the group as they looked at each other. None of them
had ever heard of a theoretical gender bender.
"What exactly does a theoretical gender bender?" Barry wanted to know.
"Oh, that is easy. I write down theoretical situations where someone is
gender bend by various means."
"And those situations a prophetic and become true?" Barry asked.
"Oh no. I wish they would. No, they are purely fictional. I am here for
some inspiration. I hope you all don't mind."
"Oh we don't mind," Barry quickly said before someone else could say or
do anything they would later regret. "In fact how about I tell you a
small story to inspire you. Maybe it sounds familiar to you. Ready?"
"Sure," Cassandra said with a bright smile on her face.
"Once there was this woman. She came to one of our meetings just like
this one. She was a writer but claimed to be something else by using
fancy words. Pissed everyone off. When she left the meeting she was a
fat disgusting man with a hygiene problem. Convinced to have a promising
new career as a long haul truck driver. Sounds familiar?"
"N-no ... I ..."
"Right. Now I remember. That was a prophetic story. One coming true in
... ten ... nine ..."
Cassandra rushed out of the room before Barry could reach three. Her
writing block and pen on the ground and forgotten in her haste to escape
this promised fate.
A few of the meetings members clapped and Barry saw a few grins here and
there.
"Would you really make her into that?" Max asked shocked.
"Of course not," Barry said through his own chuckles. "Seven years
without bending anyone. Wouldn't give that accomplishment up for someone
as her. After a while coming here you just learn how to deal with
groupies."
"Groupies?"
"Wannabe gender benders who hope one day be able to do what we can,"
Adam provided.
"What about you?" Berry asked the last newcomer. A woman in her early
twenties who was quite beautiful with a strong exotic look to her.
"Please tell me you aren't a groupie too."
"Oh no, but I have to admit I can't bend genders myself." Seeing Barry's
anger building she quickly continued. "However, my problem is tightly
connected to all of yours. In fact, I am convinced that your group is
the best chance I got to solve mine."
"Go on," Barry growled. Clearly slowly losing patience.
"I was a curator at the local museum till yesterday. There was this idol
of a fertility goddess. I touched it without gloves by mistake. One
moment I was a fifty-something male and the next ..." She motioned to
take in her new body from head to toe. " ... I became the new high
priestess of the fertility goddess Quintinea."
"That idol ..."
"... is now useless," the priestess assured them. "Maybe I can show you
something." Before Barry could deny her request she leaned over to Max
who sat beside her. As she whispered something into his ear the young
man blushed into a deep red and looked embarrassed into his lap.
"W-would someone," Max started before breaking off. A few seconds ran
past before he continued. "Please. Someone. Turn me into a woman and
fuck me till I am pregnant."
Everyone looked as shocked as Barry felt himself. The only one who
wasn't fazed was the high priestess who walked over to Susan to whisper
in her ear. Susan threw her eyes open in shock till it gave way to a
lecherous grin. Runes of pure magic flashed into existence with a few
gestures of the witch.
"Yes!" Max cried in delight as he felt his lanky stature give way to
feminine curves.
At the same time, Susan grew more rugged and square as she got manlier
by each second. "I will take you till you have my child," she promised
while ripping her torn skirt off. Revealing a huge throbbing cock.
Susan took Max right then and there. Amidst the baffled members of this
meeting. There was this strange fascination that held them all captive.
Two people who had voluntarily switched genders just so one could get
pregnant.
"For the glory of Quintinea I want to receive your child," Max cried out
between thrusts of Susan.
"Don't worry. With me in attendance it is guaranteed to work on your
first try," the high priestess said while walking to Adam.
Soon after Susan came with an animalistic grunt. "Yes! I am pregnant!"
came Max cry of passion, while Adam howled in anguish. "He stole my
child. It was supposed to be mine. I don't want an ugly male body. Who
am I supposed to get pregnant like this?
Barry's mind needed a moment to catch up and sort out the details. Adam
must have switched himself into Max's body. He already saw the high
priestess murmur into another person's ear and a moment later Adam's
body with Max in it shifted slowly towards femininity.
An epiphany wormed itself into Barry. Who was better than people
addicted to gender bending to produce women willing and eager to
fornicate for offspring? The priestess was hijacking his group to raise
a devout group of new priestesses.
Barry jumped up and darted for the door. This was case green-deep-blue
or green-deep-pink. Something like that. He slammed the door behind him
and fished for his keys. Locking in this evolving disaster. He always
had thought this was a hoax when they told him about worst case
scenarios.
He pulled out his smartphone and scrolled through his contacts. Two
years ago he had taken over as host for the weekly anonymous gender
bender self-help group. The next day a Fed came by and gave him an
emergency number and told him about things too ridiculous to be true.
Back then he had to suppress a grin. Now laughing was the furthest from
his mind.
Finally, he found the number just to curse as he saw no availability of
a signal. The one day he needed it and the area around him turned to a
black hole for cell phone signals.
Barry sprinted for the exit. He just had to make it far enough for the
next working cell phone tower. Bolting out of the community center he
came to a dead stop.
Groupies. Groupies everywhere. He should have known when that Cassandra
woman had shown up that the location of the meeting had leaked. Unlike
her, this was the other kind of groupies. Those that hoped to save money
for a licensed gender bender by tempting those who couldn't help
themselves.
Normally it was annoying and a little amusing. Seeing feminine men -
sissies really - dress up as macho men was a ridiculous sight. All to
bait someone like Susan. A witch with a temper.
Now the group of wannabe gender-bend blocked Barry's escape route. He
needed to come up with a plan. Maybe if he told them the meeting members
are leaving right now through the back exit. That might work. "Listen to
me!" he started. "The gender-benders..."
"... will be out any minute," a female voice finished his sentence.
Turning around Barry came face to face with the high priestess. How the
hell did she get out?
"In the meantime let me tell you about my goddess," the woman continued.
As she described in glorious details the amazing goddess Quintinea
Barry's panic slowly gave way to a serene calmness. Forgotten was the
call to the government and the alarm code green-deep-whatever. All that
mattered to Barry was her voice and a growing need.
Barry now understood. The only way for his country to become great again
was fresh blood. The birth of a new generation. It needed babies. His
eyes darted to the wannabe-but-not-really macho men. It would be so
easy. They wanted to be women and then Barry could make babies with them
all.
But something held him back. Inside his clammy fingers was his seven-
year chip. Was this worth it? Throw away seven years of fighting his
need to gender bend just to make a few babies? Unless...
A grin spread over his face. His old buried talent headed his call and
slowly it did go to work. Changing a male body to a female one. Not one
of the men before him, but Barry's own. It was perfect. He could keep
his chip and give birth to a child in Quintinea's name.
Eagerly he stripped his cloth and joined the orgy that unfolded before
the community center.
Barry woke to the sound of sirens. Groaning he opened his eyes. The
grass in front of the center littered with naked bodies. All female.
Just like Barry's.
Slowly his memories returned. The orgy and how often he had fucked. How
slowly the men around him became women too, just so they could get
fucked and impregnated.
Barry had to admit that Quintinea had chosen her head priestess wisely.
Recruiting gender benders was a think of genius. There would always be a
man to impregnate women and with them, there would be plentiful of
women. They all would further the glory of the goddess by giving birth.
"Are you alright?" The lovely voice drew Barry's attention to the female
EMT that had worked her way over to him. "We don't know what happened
here yet. Can you remember?" she asked while wrapping Barry in a
blanket.
But Barry barely heard her. Was he? Provided that he was pregnant then
everything was alright. But was he pregnant? He didn't know and the urge
to make sure was overwhelming. He needed to be fucked by a man, but all
around him were women. Probably all pregnant for the glory of the
goddess. However, the EMT wasn't. Barry could change her into a stud to
fuck him silly.
His hand searched for his seven-year chip, but it was hopeless. It had
been lost in the orgy. But why cling to something like that anyway when
one could further the glory of the goddess?
Taunt muscles ripped the uniform of the EMT as her chest swelled to
manly proportions. Barry drew the new man into a passionate kiss. "I
will turn you back, but now I need you to fuck me!"
"Do you promise?" the newly made men asked. Barely holding himself back
as new urges threatened to overwhelm him.
"Yes. I promise. Now fuck me till I can't stand anymore." Barry then
howled in delight as a massive rod filled her love channel.
She would keep her promise. Once Barry was sure to be pregnant he would
turn the EMT back into a woman. And then he would help her get pregnant.
For Quintinea!
Epilogue:
A year after the incident Adam was back in his original body and male
again. He was once again male and held proudly his one year chip.
Getting changed more or less against his will had been an eye opener.
Just then he saw a mother and son walking. The last couple he had
switched. Time to undo his past misdeeds. With a grin, he switched them
back and walked away with happy thoughts. He didn't hear the mother say
"Not again!" or the son say "Just when we paid so much money to be
switched back it happened again!"
Susan was still a man and just that. The moment she had made herself
male she had lost access to her magical abilities. Those being tied to
being a woman. Friends of her swear they often see 'her' head to dive
bars and hit on women. What a jerk. On the flip side, it was probably
just a matter of time before she would regain her feminine self. Rumor
is that she wasn't the only witch with anger problems frequenting dive
bars.
Barry started dating the EMT after the whole mess wound down. He doesn't
visit the meetings anymore. Instead, he focuses his energy on raising
his two children with his new life partner. His gender-bending now
strictly limited to his family. Maybe that is the reason why his
neighbors can't say if he has two daughters or two sons.
The high priestess was caught soon after the first orgy. With her
victims freed from her influence she now spends her days in a special
prison for the empowered. Still, she tells everyone that Quintinea will
walk the earth again. Especially so when she lets her hand glide over
her pregnant belly.
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