What A Pussy!

Sorry again, everyone. I should've had this posted nearly a week ago, but more real life stuff came up and just ate up all my writing time.

This is a direct sequel to 'Bride and Prejudice', and as such you'd probably want to re-read that post first. Like that caption, this is a transgender-themed caption, touching on some territory I don't think I've done before, though my Plastic Surgeon's Revenge ebook series gets close.

To be totally honest, it's not as tightly written as I'd like; I'd normally rewrite this to edit it down somewhat, and maybe work on Chuck's reactions a bit more, but I figure better to post it now than make you all wait even longer.

Getting proper pictures for something like this proved difficult, though I found a few. The caption ended up so long I'm just going to save myself the trouble and post it as text. Hope no one minds too badly.

Oh, the last picture might be a bit much for some people, especially if this isn't exactly your sort of fetish. I was rather limited for options.

- B-Rex

Charles groaned as he awoke, the light hurting his eyes. Slowly he stirred fully to life, and began a yawn, only for it to turn into a silent cough. His mouth was dry as a desert.

Blinking back sleep, he spied a cup of what he hoped was water on an end table next to him. But as he reached out for the drink, he paused, staring at the strange paper bracelet on his wrist.

Chuck looked around, confused. Why was he in a hospital room? The last thing he remembered, he was getting married. And then--

He gasped in horror, as his memory finally returned. He became immediately aware of a very strange, foreign sensation between his legs. Nooo... it had to be a nightmare, surely....

With a growing apprehension, Chuck slowly pushed his blanket down, down, down...

“nnooghh!” he wheezed, his dry throat barely functional, as he stared at his naked body. And the very unwanted new addition nestled between his legs.

“Oh, good, aaahhh-- you're awake,” Liz said, yawning herself and stretching as she slid out of her chair. Chuck blinked in surprise; he hadn't seen her at all.

“mmyycofhh” he rasped as she approached, nearly setting off a coughing fit.

“Shhh, dear,” Liz cooed, handing him the cup. He drank greedily. “You've had a feeding tube down your throat the last six months. It'll be at least a week before you can talk again, according to the docs.”

Six months?! He glared up at her, but didn't try to speak. He gestured at the... thing between his legs.

“Oh, yes, isn't she just wonderful!?” Liz squealed excitedly. “The surgeons did an amazing job, didn't they? It's the spitting image of Gina Gush's pussy, they even added that little scar she has from when she had her tattoo removed.”

He blinked up at her. “Oh, Gina's the pornstar who modeled for your pussy, she was so excited to see how it turned out she decided to stay a few weeks.” Liz shook her head sadly. “Unfortunately, she went back to California yesterday. Sorry you missed her.”

Chuck sighed, as she took the empty cup from his weak hands and left to refill it from the room's sink. He stared down at his altered sex, still unable to believe what he was seeing was real. He had a pussy, a damned pussy!

The shock of his sudden mutilation suddenly seemed to drain his strength, as he slumped back into the bed.

“Oh, you poor dear. I guess the docs did say it'll be a few months before you're back to normal,” Liz cooed, returning with the cup. “You'll need a lot of rehab to build back your strength. You've been kept in a near-coma while you were recovering from the surgery.”

He sipped the water again, as his new wife-husband put the cup to his lips. “Anyway, there's a few things we probably need to discuss. You're fully healed now, so you shouldn't be feeling any pain. You're not hurting, right?”

Chuck nodded, swallowing heavily. “Good! So, the surgery went well, as you can see. Your new sex is a perfect match for Gina's pussy, as I said, to the smallest detail. Well, except her clit ring. I decided to wait until you were awake, that way we can both get our little clitties pierced, together. Well, not so little in my case. Oh, I even had our wedding rings modified to fit. Though, I thought maybe you'd prefer the diamond ring you gave me, it's sort of fitting I thought. A simple gold ring just wouldn't do your new womanhood justice.

"And..." She paused, and a sheepish look came over her face. “Oh baby, don't be mad, but I just couldn't help myself. Your new pussy was so cute, I just had to try it out.”

Chuck's eyes widened in horror, as he realized what she meant.

“Oh baby, I'm sorry, I know I should've waited for you to share the big moment together. But the doctors said you'd need to be kept dilated every night, and after a few weeks of watching your pussy take that plastic prick in and out, I just couldn't wait any longer. Oh, but don't worry, I made sure to record our first night together, so we can watch it over and over again.”

He could only stare at her, too weak to even shake his head, despite the horror he felt. He had to find a doctor, get them to reverse this... somehow. He very diligently pushed aside that nagging voice in his head that wondered if the surgery could even be reversed.

“Though... there is some bad news.” Liz added, biting her lip. “The doctors overlooked something. Apparently, pornstars have a lot, a LOT of sex, and it turns out your new womanhood is rather... loose.”

Loose? I've got a fucking cunt, and she thinks I care how tight it is?!

“Oh, but don't worry honey, I'm more than enough woman to satisfy you. If your moans last night were anything to go by, anyway,” she added, winking at him, as he shuddered inwardly. “However, your new pussy is... a bit... noisy.”

Noisy?

“Do you know what a queef is? Basically, your pussy gapes and swallows air. Every day the nurses have been working your arms and legs to prevent bed sores and to keep your joints loose. And I swear, every time they touch your legs, your pussy starts farting air!” She bit back a chuckle. “Sorry, but it's very cute. But it's definitely going to take some getting used to, especially once you're strong enough to get back on your feet. You'll see for yourself when the nurses come back, you've got a sponge bath scheduled in about an hour.”

Chuck closed his eyes, wishing the bed would swallow him whole. This can't get any worse.

“Anyway, clearly having Gina fuck herself before they scanned her pussy was probably not the best idea, in hindsight. Even if it does mean you look amazing.” Liz began to run her fingers down his body suddenly, snapping his eyes open again.

“Now, Chuck, try not to get mad, honey,” Liz said, as her fingers got dangerously close to his new sex, strange, unwelcome sensations blossoming. “But while you were busy recovering from your surgery, I had some trouble getting money from your trust fund. Your family lawyers insisted on talking to you in person, which obviously wasn't possible. And I needed a lot of cash, to cover a few unforeseen expenses...”

She winked up at him, as a finger ran down a place that shouldn't have existed. “Let's just say that after we realized how... expansive your new sex would be, I decided to have a bit of work done myself, but you'll see that later, baby. All ten inches... around.”

Chuck gasped silently, as his eyes glanced unbidden at the impossible to hide bulge between his wife's own legs. His sex spasmed suddenly, as her finger slid inside him. He was nearly as shocked to realize he was actually wet, as he was from the sudden invasion.

“Anyway, long story short, I had a lovely chat with Gina a few days after your bandages were removed, and she had just the most amazing idea for how we could earn a little extra cash. You see, she really hates getting creampies in her films, but her producers will pay a lot extra for that sort of thing. So, since you've basically got a perfect copy of her pussy already, it just made sense to... well... loan it out for a few films. Well, not a few, exactly; I had to sign a contract with her production company – oh, I'm your new agent, by the way – and anyway, you've got... about ten months of film shoots left on the contract.”

Charles Greymoor, heir to the Greymoor fortune, stared in shocked horror at his new shemale wife.

“Don't worry, they only used your pussy for closeup shots; I never let them aim the camera above your groin, so your secret is still safe. And your pussy has done a great job standing in for Gina's, you've been in over two dozen films already. In fact...” She giggled, sliding her fingers in and out, as his weak body began to react despite himself. “In fact, your little noisy pussy won an award just last month, for best POV Creampie Shot of 2019. They even want to start selling molds of your little hole on their website; isn't that just adorable?”

He could only stare at her, as her free hand began rubbing her growing bulge, as the wet sound of his sex filled the room.

“Anyway, I think it's time to show you what your pussy has been paying for, don't you?” Her fingers slid from his gaping mound, and she quickly pulled her panties down. His eyes opened in horror. “And don't worry honey, even though you've technically been cheating on me for weeks, I won't hold it against you for violating that nasty little prenup you insisted I sign. Though I will be holding something else against you, baby, each and every night!”