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Giving Birth To Pervy Ideas
By Cassy_Bee
Synopsis: Richard's last date didn't go too well. In fact it was
disastrous. He even was cursed by her. Now, all too soon, he will find
out that curses are real and apparently quite literally.
*****
"You look like crap," Amanda remarked as Richard stepped onto the long
balcony that allowed access to both their apartments. Leaning on the
railing she took a drag of her cigarette before she continued. "I
thought you and Sallie did well. What happened?"
Richard leaned heavily on the railing as he took an offered cigarette
and lit it. "Everything went fine till I blew it all with a small
mistake."
"Small mistakes don't ruin a date," his neighbor chided him.
"Well... It started out good. Third date. The Italian restaurant you
recommended. We were at desserts when she had this brilliant idea that
each of us should share a secret. To get to know each other better."
"Oh Rick," Amanda groaned. "You didn't..."
"Richard," he corrected her. He hated it to be called Rick or even worse
Dick. "And I did."
"Oh boy," Amanda remarked. "I told you to keep that back until the
eighth date or later."
"It is part of me," Richard protested.
"Oh, I know. Yesterday you blanked out for a minute as those three women
walked by. I mean I, as a lesbian, can sympathize with fantasizing about
them, but your obsession with latex is ... well."
"It is not an obsession," he countered. " I just have an eye for women
who would look good in latex and what latex garments might fit them
best."
"You have to admit blanking out to daydream-design those latex garments
is a tad weird. Well, you blew it. Mind if I take a shot at her? She is
cute after all."
Richard shot her an annoyed look. "Well, you can have her though I doubt
you have a chance. Unless you are a witch too."
"Aww. Someone is angry. No need for name calling though," Amanda said
with a big grin.
"Ha! No. That's her secret. She is a witch or she thinks she is one.
Made a big scene right there in the restaurant when she cursed me."
Richard shook his head. "Maybe I have my flaws, but at least I am not
crazy. I might just have dodged a bullet there."
"Maybe. Depends on the curse."
"Oh, not you too. Well. She shouted something about me being the model
of my fetish or so. And to give birth to my perverted ideas." Richard
rolled his eyes. "The sad thing that is I really liked her. Before I
knew she thinks she is a witch."
Amanda patted him on the back. "Well, I think you could use a beer. Be
right back."
Richard saw her walk towards her apartment. In some morbid way, it was
hilarious what bad luck he had with women. His ideal woman who
understands him is his neighbor and a lesbian and if he goes out of his
way to find someone else he finds a wannabe witch. Sighing he let his
head hang. He really could use a beer and then a good nights sleep.
*****
Richard groaned as the first rays of sun blinded him. Of course, he had
forgotten to draw the blinds. He cursed under his breath as his head was
pounding. Hangover? From one glass wine and one beer with Amanda? He
really must be getting old.
He blinked against the sun and slowly his eyes adjusted. Only to see a
curtain blocking his view. One that was strangely close. He used one of
his hands to sweep it away and felt a pull on his head. The curtain ...
was his hair? His mind struggled to make sense of it.
Then he saw his hand and his eyes bulged. They looked slender, feminine,
and a far cry from his usual muscular build.
"Oh no no no no," he muttered under his breath. It sounded definitely
too high in pitch to him. He pulled his bed covers away and let out a
high pitched scream.
The body of a woman. It couldn't be! This was impossible. Maybe a bad
dream? He pinched his soft skin. It felt real. So felt the big slap he
gave himself against his, face. Not a dream.
Mind reeling he made his way out of his bed. He needed to see himself in
the mirror. Standing up proofed to be challenging. He swayed back and
forth. Was he still drunk? Gradually he steadied himself and he noticed
why it was so hard to stand upright. Under his hands, he felt a big
bubble butt, tiny waist, and breasts so big he couldn't even guess the
size.
While leaning on the wall he made his way towards the bathroom. His hand
found the light switch and he gasped as he saw his own reflection. "Holy
shit I look like a frickin' model."
Long brown tresses framed a beautiful and exotic looking face, that had
large brown eyes, a petite nose, high cheeks and kissable lips.
His eyes slowly drifted downward and took in the many details. The
slender neck and narrow shoulders. Slender arms with a hint of muscles
underneath. His big bust was from this angle not as big as he had
dreaded, but definitely upwards of D-cup.
The waist looked impishly small and it flowed into a big butt and
shapely tights. New legs that were long and well shaped.
His body was perfect. The figure of a dream girl. His very own dream
girl. Slowly it dawned on him. The curse. It was real! His ex-girlfriend
has cursed him. It had not been a joke.
He made his way out of his bathroom. Still on shaky legs. He got better
at keeping his balance in this over-proportioned body. Maybe soon he
would get used to it and walk normally. Something he didn't want to find
out.
He fished for his smartphone on the nightstand. It didn't take him long
to find Sallie in his contacts. Maybe he should rename her contact to
"witch". Shaking his head he concentrated on the matters at hand.
He heard the ringing and waited impatiently for her to pick up. The
ringing changed as she declined his call. Angrily he called again.
"The person you have called is temporarily not available. Please..."
This time it was Richard who hung up. How could she dare to curse him
like that and then ignoring him? He didn't know where she lived, but he
vowed he would find her and make her lift the curse!
But first, he had to get dressed. Maybe some sweatpants and a t-shirt
might fit. Standing up he saw his reflection in another mirror. Damn, he
looked good. Someone with his body should lounge around the beach. Maybe
in a bikini.
He already could envision it as he slipped into his usual daydreaming.
Top and bottom both yellow latex with thick black stripes and accents.
The top was a neck holder with triangle cups barely hiding the assets
beneath. Below the band of black latex, that held the breasts from
below, the yellow latex peeked out in playful ruffles. Those could be
found on the backside of the bikini briefs too.
Richard shook his head again. This was no time to slip into his usual
daydreaming. He had to get dressed and ...
His thoughts eluded him as his groin twitched in pleasure and his legs
buckled below him. With a moan, he sank to his knees and against his bed
on the floor. Confused he stared down his body to the part he had mostly
ignored till now.
Waves of pleasure radiated from his belly to his snatch. It felt so good
as it rhythmically pulsed within him. It was as if something wanted to
get out. To free something from his netherly confines.
Then he felt it. Something was moving. Slowly gliding over the sensitive
walls of his vagina. Alien yet strangely familiar. He didn't know how he
knew what to do, but he pushed. Helped along whatever wanted to break
free out of him.
By now his fingers had found their way down, unable to deny the allure
of pleasure and need. They were the first to touch the slick something
coming out of him.
His breathing ragged as he pushed with all his might and his fingers
started to pull. Seconds later he let out a long sigh as he pulled it
free. As his breathing calmed down he looked at what he was holding.
It was a ball of latex. Mostly yellow with stripes of black. He unfolded
it and came face to face with a familiar bikini neck holder top. The
same one he had just daydreamed about.
Another pulse down below made him grunt and drop the bikini top. The
pleasure and pressure returned. Richard tried to catch his breath as
another item made its way down from his womb to his snatch.
When he finally pulled another bundle of black and yellow out he
instinctively knew that they were the matching bikini briefs. He dropped
them to the side. His need took priority and despite all, he hadn't come
yet. With abandon with fingers dug into his snatch till he came in a
loud scream of passion.
Exhausted Richard stared at the latex bikini. Had he really given birth
to it? Logic took a backseat to the vivid memory of what just happened.
Giving birth to his pervy ideas indeed. It reminded him of Sallie and
the curse.
Lazily he fished for his phone and dialed again. He heard ringing and
then suddenly crackling. The phone turned hot and he dropped it just in
time to see a big lighting spark span from end to end of his phone.
That was impossible. A smartphone's battery didn't have enough juice to
create something like that. As impossible as giving birth to latex
garments.
His nose caught the smell of burning plastic a second before a small
flame broke forth of his phone. Cursing he clamored to his feet and
darted to the bathroom. A moment later he dumped a glass of water over
his dead phone.
"Shit!" he cursed and flinched at his own breathy high feminine voice.
With his phone gone he had no way to contact Sallie. He didn't even know
where she lived.
His mind spun till he remembered. The record shop where he had met her.
He knew she was fairly often there. She had admitted as much on a
previous date.
Richard dreaded to go out, but what choice did he have? His gaze fell on
the bikini pieces. "Might as well," he murmured. Thankfully latex was
pretty stretchable and with some fumbling, he managed to get the top
over his head and new breasts. Pulling up the bikini briefs reminded him
of his long perfect legs.
Next on his agenda was pants. Jeans was downright out. He seriously
doubted that his new derriere would fit in his old jeans. His mind
conjured the image of his new body squeezed into a tight pair of jeans.
But slowly the material got shiny as in his vision the pants turned into
latex. Light blue with darker blue detailing to simulate texture and
seams.
Richard blinked a few times to chase away his daydream. He had no time
for it. "Oh fuck me," escaped him as a monster pulse of pleasure clawed
its way out of him.
He barely managed to fall onto the bed when the next wave hit him. Again
he felt the need to push and slowly he learned to time it with each
pulse. It didn't take long for light blue latex to push out of him.
Stretching his bikini briefs till he managed to pull them to the side.
This time it was longer and more intense. More mass pushed itself
through the tight passage of his virgin hole. As the last bit of latex
left him he finally found himself basking in the afterglow of an orgasm.
*****
Richard finally slipped out of his apartment. After giving birth to a
fake jeans latex leggings he had needed time to calm down. Of course, he
just had to try it on. A big mistake. As he had looked in the mirror he
couldn't help but dream up a matching maroon colored ruffled blouse.
Then he gave birth to it after barely managing to peel his latex pants
off in time.
To his shame, he wore all of it now. After going through so much trouble
he might as well, right? Still, he didn't dare to go out as such. He
wore some old trainers - way too big for his dainty new feet - and a t-
shirt that got spanned tightly over the globes of his new tits.
Of course, latex pants have no pockets so he crammed keys and other
things in his backpack. Then he had finally ventured out.
"I was joking yesterday, but looks like Richard really called a hoe."
Richard cringed as he saw Amanda leaning against her apartment door. Of
course he had to run into her and of course, she mistook him for a
streetwalker. With a body like that pretty much anyone would. "I don't
mean to be rude," Amanda continued. "In fact, I wouldn't mind a round
with you myself. You do ladies, right?"
Richard blushed. Not ten feet away from his home and he ran into
trouble. Now the girl he had secretly a crush for was offering sex to
him. Something he had dreamed of and thought impossible. If he just had
his normal body and she would still be willing. He shook his head and
felt blood running through his head. Turning away he marched away.
Only to be cut short as someone grabbed his backpack. "Hey that's
Richards," Amanda said from behind. "You ain't robbing him, right?"
Richards mind was furiously searching for an answer. "He ... uhm ... my
backpack broke and ... I ... uhm ... he offered his."
Turning around he saw Amanda and her scrutinizing gaze. "I don't think
so," she declared a moment later. "Let me look into it or we go back and
ask Richard. Your choice."
They couldn't go back. There was no Richard. Not a normal one. He
contemplated running away, but how far would he come? In oversized
trainers and with this alien body it was a miracle that he hadn't fallen
down in a heap yet. Reluctantly he let the backpack slide from his
shoulders.
Since when had Amanda become so scary? She looked taller and was so
confident. No. Richard mentally corrected himself. He must have shrunk
quite a bit. He was still taller than her, but only slightly and thanks
to his long legs.
"Busted," Amanda said triumphantly. "Car keys and his wallet. I think
it's time we go back and call the cops."
"Amanda no," slipped past Richard's lips. "I can explain..."
"Explain?" Amanda asked with a huff of irritation as she grabbed
Richards arm in a surprisingly vice like grip. "How about you tell me
how you know my name."
Richard cursed his slip of words. He had to think of something. No. Fuck
that. It was too late for lies. "I am Richard," he half-whined as Amanda
dragged him on.
"Try again missy," Amanda only said. Arriving at Richard's apartments
she banged on his door.
"The curse Amanda. The curse is real."
Amanda stopped her fist mid-air and looked to Richard. "Is this a joke?
Did Richard put you up to this? April the first is like two months ago."
"It's me. Richard," he insisted. "Sallie must be a witch for real."
Seeing the doubt in Amanda's eyes he searched for something to convince
her. "You used to ash into the flowers of old Miss Blackbriar."
"Everyone knows that besides the old hag. Try again."
"The first and only time you smoked weed you had to violently fart for
two days."
"I... I was drunk when I told Richard that. He would never..." She
paused for a few moments. "Richard?"
"Yes. Yes, it is me. And I do know how unbelievable it sounds. I woke up
like this and ... I need to find Sallie and undo this!"
"Curses are real?" Amanda asked shocked. Still not really believing.
"You have to tell me more. Come with me."
She dragged him to her apartment. Apparently, it wasn't his choice if he
wanted to or not.
Richard sat in Amanda's living room while she paced around. "Help me try
to understand this. When did you change to ... this."
"I don't know. I woke up like this. It has to be the curse. It fits
perfectly," Richard explained.
"Perfectly? What was the wording again?"
"To be the model for my fetish or so and ..."
"And?" Amanda urged after Richard had fallen silent.
"To ... uhm ... give birth to my perverted ideas. Apparently, the curse
is quite literal."
Amanda gave him a doubtful look. "Literal like ... ?"
"You remember my daydreams?"
"Your usual spacing out? How could I not?"
"Well, this morning when I saw this body I thought it was perfect for a
bikini." He pulled up the t-shirt and the blouse to the side. "This
bikini. Later I made the mistake to imagine latex jeans followed by a
maroon blouse. The very same I am now wearing."
"You are bullshitting me, right? They just poof into existence?"
"Literally," Richard urged. "The curse is literally. I freakin' gave
birth to them."
Amanda gave a quick sharp laugh. Not knowing how else to react. "You are
saying that if you, for example, image me in a catsuit then you would
give birth to a catsuit. Like spread your legs and push push push?"
Richard didn't answer. Couldn't really. For a moment he let his defense
fall and he couldn't' help but to imagine it. Amanda in a tight catsuit.
Pastel pink would match her blue eyes and blond hair perfectly. The
latex clinging to every nook and cranny. Zippers provided easy access to
her breasts, butthole and snatch.
"Oh freakin' fuck," Richard pressed out when he finally could see the
living room again. Alarmed he stood up only to fall down as a spasm of
pleasure twitched through him.
His mind was in a panic. A catsuit had way more latex than pants. A
whole fucking lot more and the pants already had been a big ordeal.
Unsure how long he had till coherent thought left him he started to roll
down the tight clinging pants.
Amanda meanwhile watched flabbergasted a big breasted dream frantically
pulling at her pants. "This is a dream, right? No way this is real." To
her amazement, soft pink latex pushed out of the girl moaning on her
couch.
She really was giving birth and Amanda hesitantly made her way over. It
was fascinating to see how her slight puffy mount stretched to the max
and how slowly - push by push - more pink latex quelled forth.
Richard, if it was really Richard, clawed frantically at the rubbery
material to get it out. Amanda sat down and pulled herself. It helped,
but Richard winced when she pulled too hard. There was a pace - a rhythm
- to each push and Amanda marveled at the sight before her. This was hot
and she felt her own juices start running.
Suddenly Richard was trashing and Amanda needed a moment to calm her
panic. She just came. Her feminized neighbor of three years came on her
couch giving birth to an endless string of latex. It was the hottest
thing Amanda had ever seen. And this was far from over.
She counted two more screaming orgasms till the last slip of latex was
pushed out and Richard collapsed in exhaustion. She pulled the bundle of
pastel pink to her nose. It smelled of latex and sex.
Slowly she unfolded it and saw the catsuit in all its glory. She had to
try it on, but she gave a worried glance to Richard. "Richard? Rick?"
He, or rather she, was out of it. Thankfully Amanda could see her
breasts slightly heaving. a Just out of it.
Biting her lip, Amanda dragged her - not strictly voluntary - gift to
her bedroom. Her clothes flew off her but donning the pastel pink
garment was harder than she had thought. It was easier after she
remembered the olive oil in her kitchen.
Once done she admired herself in the mirror. It fit her perfectly and
she felt divine. That and naughty. With a wicked grin, she made her way
back to Richard.
*****
Richard woke up with a fluffy light blanket on him. Confused he looked
around till his eyes fell on Amanda. She sat nearby. Looking like a
dream come true in a pastel pink catsuit. One he was intimately familiar
with. "What happened?" he asked.
"You passed out. Sorry ... I didn't mean to ..." She let her hands roam
over her latex clad body. "I didn't believe you till ... Here. Drink
this." She handed him a glass of water. "You must be parched."
That he was and Amanda had to stop him from drinking too quickly. "How
long was I out?"
"About two hours. How are you feeling?"
"Like I am stuck on a rollercoaster."
"I can Imagine. Well, sort of..." She scooted closer and took his hand.
Placing it on her tight. "What do you think? How do I look? Worth to be
passed out for two hours?"
He had just downed a glass of water. How came it that his mouth was
already dry again? Not trusting his voice he nodded.
"Well, if this lasts for a while you might want to wear pants with a
zipper," Amanda suggested.
"Cheese cracker. Paprika cracker. Sea salt pepper..."
"What are you doing?" a confused Amanda wanted to know.
"Avoiding a daydream," Richard pressed out.
"Oh. Well." To change the subject she moved Richards hand to her crotch.
"Look what I found out. Metal zipper. Guess you can do more than just
latex." Richard looked away with a deep red blush on his face. "You look
so cute like that Ricky."
"It's Richard. Not Rick," he automatically corrected her. Only a moment
later his mind caught up. "And not Ricky either."
Amanda leaned over and whispered conspiratorially in his ear. "But
Richard is way too long. If someone naughty like you has to wear her
name on a choker Ricky would fit far better, right?"
Richard couldn't answer even if he wanted to. Amanda lightly grinding
his hand into her crotch and whispering into his ear had the intended
result. Thoughts of crackers eluded him as he already could see himself
wearing in his new body wearing a black latex band as a choker. Slowly
his name appeared as bedazzlement on his choker. Not Richard, but Ricky.
Gleaming in his daydream. But it wasn't right yet. It looked too flimsy.
Slowly it thickened and fake seams appeared. Resembling more a dog
collar than a choker.
"Oh, you deviant..." He started after slipping out of his daydream and
stopped with a moan as he felt Amanda's fingers in his snatch.
More animalistic grunts escaped him as the pleasure waves and pulses
radiated out from his womb. He squirmed under her expert hands and when
the choker made its way out Richard buckled in well deserved orgasmic
bliss.
"You aren't playing fair," Richard accused her after catching his
breath.
"Poor little Ricky. Fingered off by her neighbor and all she got for it
is a bedazzled choker," Gently Amanda placed the newly born choker in
Richard's hand. "Come on. Wear it for me."
Richard let his fingers roam over the name on the choker. It was just
like he had daydreamed about it. On the back, he found a metal clasp.
Amanda was right. He could do more than metal, but he guessed only as
secondary material. Looking up he saw Amanda close by. Waiting patiently
with hungry eyes.
"If you wear it I have a special reward for you," she promised him.
Damn it was hard to think when she sat so close to him. Dressed as a
latex goddess. Giving up with a sigh he lifted the choker up to his
neck. The clasp clicked and the choker fitted snugly.
"That looks divine on you Ricky. Well, a promise is a promise. How about
instead of something coming out of your tight little snatch I put
something in? I have a hard strap-on in my bedroom that begs to make
your acquaintance.
Richard swallowed hard. This was more than getting fingered by her.
Amanda wanted sex with him. He had dreamed of this day, just not in this
way. Should he say no? Or yes?
He could already see her in her tight pastel pink latex catsuit. Above
it, straps in the same pastel pink wielded a fake neon pink dick to her
crotch. She looked so commanding that he could already imagine himself
spreading his legs.
"I guess you don't want it," Amanda said and drew his attention. "Had a
little daydream there, right?"
"Oh, shit," was all he could say before the now familiar erotic pulsing
took over his logical thinking.
"Look! You are growing a dick again," Amanda said in excitement.
Richard couldn't help, but to look. The head of a neon pink dong slowly
parted his nether lips. Growing longer and longer.
"Too bad you can't feel that one," Amanda said. Then she grabbed the
dick and gave it a few strokes. "You can't, right?"
Richard whimpered a no. That was all he could manage. Finally, the dick
was out and the straps started to appear, but somehow it wasn't getting
easier.
"Double-ended. How considerate of you," Amanda breathed into his ears.
All Richard could do was whimper and push. "You didn't come, did you?"
Amanda asked when she finally pulled the latex strap-on free.
Richard shook his head.
"Can't use this here. Not properly," Amanda said while holding up her
newest prize. "Let's get you in my bed."
She worked an arm under Richard and pulled him up. His breasts shifted
and now he felt their total weight again. Funny how he had forgotten
about them. How natural it had become to him while rocking in orgasmic
bliss. Now their heavy pull reminded him again and his diamond hard
nipples strained against his latex blouse. Damn, he was horny. Again.
With shaky legs and leaning on Amanda, he made his way over to her
bedroom. Funny. He had never been here before. Now he wondered how deep
he was falling into Amanda's grasp and if he even wanted to get free
again.
Soon he found himself laying on silken sheets. His eyes glued on Amanda
as she swayed in a little sensual dance. Her hands roamed downward on
her body till they found the zipper in her crotch. As she slowly opened
it a wet sheen made its way down her legs. She was as horny as Richard
he realized.
She made a show of slowly picking up her new strap-on. Stepping into the
straps and slowly pulling it up. A cute little gasp as the inner neon
pink dildo parted her lips and a sensual moan as she rammed it home. She
pulled the buckles tight and then she was complete. The goddess in latex
Richard had dreamed about not long ago.
"Do you want me?" she purred as she slowly climbed on the bed.
"Yes," Richard whispered mesmerized.
"Do you want this?" she asked. Stroking the fake dick.
He nodded, while his eyes are glued to hers.
She crawled close. Her head leaning down. Lips so close to his ear. The
tip of her dick so close to his place of need. "Then we have a problem,"
she purred.
Alarmed and desperate he looked at her.
"You see. For me, the strap-on is something special. Only for those that
I am dating. Do you want me to be your girlfriend? You sexy naughty
girlfriend?"
"Yes! Please. Yes. I want you as my girlfriend. Dreamed about it for so
long."
"But I am a lesbian. I date only woman."
"But I am one," Richard whimpered.
"You are a cursed man," she breathed into his ear and mind. "Or are you?
Cursed man or blessed woman? Richard or Ricky?"
Richards thoughts spun in panic. What was he? Could he give all up? His
life? For her? All his dreams so close in his grasp. All he had to say
was... "Ricky," he said out loud.
"And my Ricky is a...?"
Ricky somehow knew there was no coming back. Maybe that was part of the
curse. Or the blessing as Amanda put it. "A woman," she answered.
"Who's woman are you Ricky?"
"Yours Amanda. I am yours. Your girlfriend. Your..." Ricky screamed in
ecstasy as Amanda pushed deep into her.
"Don't stop," Amanda commanded. "Say it again and again."
"I am Ricky," she pressed out between moans. "Your girlf... slutty ...
latex ... girlfriend. R-Ricky ... girlfriend... oh my ..." She exploded
in euphoric bliss. Silenced by Amanda in a needy kiss. Together they
rocked in passion. Riding the surge of raw energy. Connected by the neon
pink stiffness buried between both their legs.
When they finally calmed down Amanda's hot lips found their way to
Ricky's ear again. "Oh, Ricky. My sexy little minx. I have big plans for
you. Big plans. Tomorrow you will be lost in an ocean of daydreams, but
tonight. Tonight I will teach you that there is more to sex than raw
humping. I will show you just how lucky you are to be a woman. My
woman."
And she kept her promise.
The end?
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