Chapter 3: Rising feelings and experimentation
The apartment was dimly lit, the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the sheer drapes, casting long shadows across the hardwood floors. The air was filled with the scent of jasmine from the pot of flowers on the windowsill, mingling with the faint aroma of old books and the lingering trace of their favorite espresso blend. The television hummed in the background, the volume turned low as they watched the news in a daze, their minds still reeling from the events of the night.
Aeilen sat awkwardly, not sure what to do with his hands. Normally he would sit with his legs spread comfortably, but now everything was different, it felt weird. He didn't want to touch anything, himself or the things around him. The new sensations finally catching up with him.
He could feel the soft fabric of the cushion beneath him, the faint warmth of the coffee cup cradled in his new lap. He looked down at it, his eyes tracing the curve of the mug as if seeing it for the first time.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Emily asked, her voice rough but gentle. She was sitting on the couch beside him, her broad frame taking up more than half of the space. Her legs were spread wide, her new penis visible through the loose fit of her sweatpants. She was watching him with a mix of concern and curiosity, her eyes reflecting the flickering light of the television.
Aeilen looked up, meeting her gaze. "I was just soaking it all in. This is so alien, different. I can't describe it..." He paused, searching for the right words.
Emily's noded, "I know how you feel," Gesturing at her own body, "this is all so foreign."
The News station broke the tension between them with the chime of a breaking news announcement beginning.
The anchor, a woman of stern countenance and meticulously arranged hair, appeared on the screen, her expression as serious as her attire. "We're receiving reports of widespread transformations across the city," she began, her voice steady and measured, yet with an undoubtable undercurrent of concern. "It seems that a mysterious blue light has been causing individuals it passes nearly to... change. Reports indicate people have had transformations happen to them ranging from swapping genders, body parts, attributes, personality traits, and body types. The phenomenon appears to be random and unpredictable, striking people of all ages and backgrounds within a blocks radius of the entity." She paused, her gaze flicking to the notes in front of her, before continuing, "All efforts to track and stop this entity have been unsuccessful. Doctors and Scientists are beginning to assess the affects on people's bodies, though initial reports indicate the changes are not dangerous. Though, many have expressed concern over altered health, ranging from age, weight, and genetic disease to radiation and shock. We urge all viewers to stay indoors and await further instructions from the authorities. Do not attempt to leave your homes unless absolutely necessary."
Emily tilted her head back and let out a low chuckle. "Well, that's... something," she mused, her voice a deep rumble.
Aeilen didn't find it funny, but she forced a small smile, trying to match Emily's levity.
"Yeah, something alright." She looked down at her chest, her fingers tracing the curve of her new breasts. "I can't believe this is happening. It's like a fucking nightmare."
Emily reached out, her large hand covering Aeilen's smaller one. "Hey, don't. This is scary and weird, yes, but it's not the end of the world. We're still us, still Allen and Emily. Things might look different on the outside, but that doesn't change who we are on the inside."
Aeilen looked up, meeting Emily's gaze. "You're right. I know you're right. But I can't ignore whats happened to me. Just look at me, I'm a fucking woman. I have large breasts and a ..." Aeilen trailed of, feeling hesitant to acknowledge the new anatomy between his legs.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. "Look, I get what you're saying, Emily. But it's... it's different. I mean, I have these," he gestured vaguely at his chest, "and I have... that." He looked down, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Emily followed his gaze, her eyes lingering on his new body. She looked back up at him, her expression softening. "Yeah, it's different. But it's not necessarily a bad different, you know? I mean, look at me." She gestured at her own body, her voice a low rumble.
"You don't exactly look like an 'Allen' anymore" she chuckled.
Aeilen nervously chuckled back in agreement. "Yeah, I'm not sure if I'm ready to change my name yet..." He trailed off.
Emily's offered a gesture of acknowledgement, "maybe a slight variation of Allen, like, Alena, or Alien?"
Aeilen contemplated his options. A new name would solidify the changes more than he would like... But he can't very well be going around in public by Allen with a massive chest and curves like he has now. "Maybe Aeilen, its Allen, but a little different".
Aeilen said after a moment of thought.
Emily smiled, her teeth flashing white against her darker skin. "Aeilen. I like that. Fits you."
Aeilen smiled back, but their eyes drifted down again, lingering on their new bodies. The silence stretched out between them, filled with the hum of the television and the distant wail of sirens.
"Emily," Aeilen began, their voice barely above a whisper. "Do you... Feel like a man?"
Emily paused. She hadn't reflected much on the concept yet. She was less concerned about herself and what her changes meant for her identity...
"no, I still feel like a woman. Albeit, a masculine one now." Emily said.
Aeilen nodded slowly, their eyes still tracing the contours of Emily's new body. "I see. That's... really interesting. I have definitely changed dramatically that it's kind of unavoidable to acknowledge that I am a woman. Every part of this body now screams feminity."
Emily reached out, her large hand cupping Aeilen's face, her thumb brushing gently against their cheek. "And Maybe that's ok. You are something new, something different. But we're in this together. No matter what."
Aeilen leaned into Emily's touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. When she opened them again, she found Emily's gaze intense, and wandering. Stealing glances below, at Aeilen's body, his chest. It sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of fear and something else- was that arousal?
"How do you feel?" Emily asked, her voice a low growl. "About your body, I mean."
Aeilen swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "I don't know. It's all so new....feelings are starting to get a bit too much. I'm not used to how willing this body is to start crying." She said, eyes welling up.
Emily's jaw tightened, and she reached out, pulling Aeilen into an embrace. Aeilen could feel the broadness of Emily's chest, the solidness of her muscles, and the roughness of her new beard against their face. She felt safe in Emily's arms, despite the strange new landscape of their bodies.
"It's okay, Aeilen. It's okay to cry," Emily murmured, her voice a deep rumble against Aeilen's ear. "We're allowed to feel all of this, you know?"
Aeilen did start to feel a sense of comfort in the warm, strong embrace of Emily. Something she had not felt in a long time, since childhood.
Emily suddenly shifted, separating slightly from Aeilen, as if avoiding touching their pelvises together. Emily coughed awkwardly.
Aeilen looked up in confusion, "what...?"
Emily's eyes lingered on the soft mounds of Aeilen's new chest that were so foreign to them both. Aeilen followed her gaze, taking in their own body with a mix of awe and horror. They could feel their nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of their shirt, their body responding to Emily's gaze in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying.
Then it happened, Aeilen caught a glimpse of Emily's bulge again. This time it was bigger, fuller, clearly becoming more erect every moment passing. Aeilen felt a pang of something foreign happen within her body. What was this feeling...?
Aeilen had never looked at a penis before, not with any sort of curiosity or desire. But now, seeing Emily's, she felt a strange mix of fear and fascination. She could feel her own body responding, a warmth spreading between her legs, a strange, foreign sensation that made her breath hitch in her chest.
Emily seemed to notice Aeilen's gaze, and she shifted uncomfortably, her cheeks darkening with a blush. "Aeilen, I... I don't know what's happening. I can't control it, this thing feels like it has a mind of its own."
Aeilen looked up, meeting Emily's eyes.
She saw the confusion and a hint of embarrassment in them. She could feel her own heart racing, her body responding in ways she didn't understand. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. "Emily, it's okay. We're both in new bodies here. It's... natural to feel these things, right?"
Emily looked away, her cheeks darkening further. "I guess so," she mumbled. "I just... I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
Aeilen reached out, her small hand touching Emily's large one. "You're not making me uncomfortable, Emily. I just... This is... I think I'm attracted to your new body....I didn't think I liked dick, but my body is responding." Aeilen said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Emily turned to face Aeilen fully, her eyes searching Aeilen's face. "You like my dick?" Emily's voice was a mix of surprise and awe.
Aeilen nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "I didn't think I would, but... I do. I like your body, Emily. It's masculine, but I guess I'm no longer straight. Or, I am a straight woman? Its all a bit confusing"
Emily reached out, her large hand cupping Aeilen's cheek. "I like your body too, Aeilen. I've not been attracted to women before, but it seems we've both changed not just our bodies but in our sexualities too."
Emily's voice was soft, gentle as she spoke.
Aeilen felt a rush of emotions, confusion, arousal, fear, and excitement all at once. She swallowed hard, trying to process all the changes and new feelings that were overwhelming her.
"Emily, I... I don't know how to navigate this. I'm so new to this body, this gender, these feelings..." Aeilen's voice was a soft whisper, almost a plea.
Emily leaned in, her large, masculine body towering over Aeilen's smaller, curvaceous one. Then she kissed him.
It was slow, tentative at first, a soft press of lips to lips, a question more than anything. Aeilen hesitated for a moment, surprise and uncertainty warring within him, but then he melted into the kiss, his body responding despite his mind's protests. He felt Emily's large, rough hands on his face, his neck, tracing the curve of his new hips, and he shivered with a mix of fear and desire.
Emily deepened the kiss, her tongue darting out to explore Aeilen's mouth.
Aeilen gasped, more from shock than arousal, but as Emily's tongue tangled with his, he felt a spark of desire ignite within him. He tentatively kissed back, his small hands gripping Emily's broad shoulders for support.
Emily's hands roamed Aeilen's body, tracing the curves of his new hips, the swell of his breasts, the softness of his waist. Aeilen squirmed beneath the touch, his body both desperate for more and terrified of what was happening. He broke away from the kiss, panting, his eyes wide with confusion and arousal.
"Emily... I want to feel it." Aeilen whispered, his body trembling with anticipation and fear.
Emily pause, her eyes searching Aeilen's face for any hint of hesitation or doubt. Seeing none, she took Aeilen's hand, her touch gentle yet firm. She brought Aeilen's hand to the bulge in her pants, and Aeilen gasped.
"Do you like it?" Emily asked, her voice a low growl, laced with a mixture of curiosity and desire. Aeilen nodded, his eyes fluttering shut as he lost himself in the sensation.
He could feel the heat and hardness of Emily's erection through the fabric of her pants, and it sent a shiver of desire through him. He tentatively wrapped his fingers around it, his breath hitching as he felt the length and girth of it.
"Emily," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I want to see it."
Emily let out a shaky breath, her chest heaving with each inhale. She undid the button of her pants, her large, masculine hands trembling slightly. She pushed them down, revealing her thick, hard cock, standing proud and ready.
Aeilen's eyes widened as she took in the sight, feeling a mix of awe and trepidation. It was so...big, and so close, and so ready, and it was all for her.
Emily looked down at her cock, then back up at Aeilen, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. "I don't know how to do this," she admitted, her voice soft.
Aeilen reached out, her small hand wrapping around the base of Emily's cock. It felt so strange, yet so right. "Me neither, but I have an idea of what I would have liked, so just stay there and let me work." Then, she stroked it gently, her hand gripping the shaft and moving the skin along it. Her thumb rising above and brushing against the tip, feeling the pre-cum that had gathered there.
She was gentle, careful, her touch tentative yet confident. She watched Emily's face, saw the way his eyes closed, how his breaths came out in quick gasps, how his large hands gripped the couch cushions on either side of him. She could see the way his new body responded, the way his cock twitched and throbbed in her hand. It was intoxicating, this power she had over him.
"Aeilen," Emily groaned, his voice a deep rumble. "That feels... really good."
Aeilen smiled, her heart fluttering with a mix of pride and arousal.
She started to move her hand faster, her grip firmer, her thumb circling the head of Emily's cock with each stroke. Emily's breath hitched, his hips bucking slightly with each movement.
"Aeilen," he groaned again, his voice thick with desire. "You're... you're incredible."
Aeilen flushed with pleasure at the compliment, her own body starting to respond to the sight and sound of Emily's arousal. She could feel a warmth spreading between her own legs, a dampness that she couldn't deny.
She was aroused, her body responding to the touch and the sight of Emily's pleasure. She wanted more, wanted to explore this new dynamic between them.
"Emily," she said, her voice breathy and soft. "I want to taste you."
Emily's eyes snapped open, his gaze locked onto Aeilen's face. "You do?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
Aeilen nodded, her eyes never leaving Emily's. "I do. I dont know if I can fit it in my mouth, but..."
Emily's breath hitched, his cock twitching in Aeilen's hand. Aeilen leaned in, sticking her tongue out, and tentatively licked the precum off Emily's head.
It was salty and musky, and it made Aeilen's body tingle in unexpected ways. She looked up at Emily, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.
Emily's breath hitched, his hips bucking slightly as Aeilen's tongue made contact with his sensitive head. "Fuck, Aeilen," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
Hearing Emily's reaction, Aeilen felt emboldened. She opened her mouth wider and took the head of Emily's cock into her mouth. It was a tight fit, but she managed to take in as much of him as she could.
She could feel the heat and the texture of him, and she was surprised by how much she was enjoying it. She had never done this before, and the fact that it was Emily made it all the more intense. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his gaze, and she felt a thrill at the sight of him, his large, masculine body towering over her, his cock in her mouth.
Emily watched her, his hips moving gently, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of wonder and desire. "if you keep that up, you're going to make me cum." Emily groaned, his voice rough and low. He was watching Aeilen, his eyes dark with arousal and desire. He could feel his body tensing, his orgasm creeping up on him fast.
Aeilen looked up, her eyes meeting Emily's gaze. She could see the need and the want in his eyes, and it made her feel powerful. She didnt want this to end so quickly though, and the needy feeling between her legs was calling.
She pulled back, she spread the thick precum on her lips like a glossy lipstick.
"Do you like that little taste of oral?" asked Aeilen, licking her lips.
Emily nodded, her eyes focused on Aeilen's lips. "I do, It's intoxicating" he said, his voice rough.
Aeilen smiled and laid back on the couch, her legs spread wide. "Come here, I want you to taste me too. Show me what it feels like to be eaten out" She said, her voice filled with arousal and desire.
Emily's eyes widened, and he hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking between Aeilen's face and her exposed pussy.
She was laid out before him, her legs spread wide, her new vagina glistening with desire. He had never been with a woman before, had never touched one, let alone gone down on one. She remembered back to when Allen went down on her and her mind blanked on what that could have been like from the giving side. But the sight of Aeilen, her body flushed and eager, her eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, was intoxicating.
"I don't know how..." Emily admitted, his voice a low rumble of uncertainty.
Aeilen reached out, her small hand cupping Emily's cheek. "It's okay. We'll figure it out together. Just remember back to how I made you feel when I went down on you." Aeilen said as she guided Emily's head down between her legs. "You'll do just fine."
Emily hesitated for a moment longer, then leaned in, his breath hot on Aeilen's inner thighs. He started slow, tentatively, his tongue tracing the curve of her hip, the line of her thigh. Aeilen squirmed beneath him, her body responding to the gentle touch, the warm wetness of his mouth.
"Mmm, that feels good," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal.
Emily took the hint and began to explore more purposefully, his tongue finding the soft, damp folds of her sex.
Aeilen gasped at the sensation, her back arching slightly as a shiver of pleasure ran through her. Emily's large, masculine hands gripped her hips, steadying her as he continued to taste and tease her.
"Emily," Aeilen gasped, her voice breathy and high-pitched. "That feels... amazing."
Emily looked up, his eyes meeting Aeilen's gaze. He saw the desire and the pleasure written plainly on her face, and it spurred him on. He leaned in further, his tongue delving deeper into her, exploring and tasting her most intimate places.
Aeilen's breath hitched in her chest, her fingers tangling in Emily's short, coarse hair, holding him in place as he made her feel things she'd never known before.
Emily's technique was slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every second of it. He growled into her, the vibration sending shivers down her spine, making her heart race even faster. Aeilen could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching as she felt the first waves of pleasure wash over her.
Aeilen's breaths came in short, sharp gasps, her hips bucking against Emily's face as her orgasm built.
"wait... Ooooh... Wait, I.... Oh my god, that's so intense. I can't take it, I'm going to" Aeilen gasped, her body tensing up like a coiled spring ready to release.
Emily looked up from between Aeilen's thighs, his chin glistening with her juices, a wicked grin on his face. "You're close, aren't you?" he growled, his voice thick with arousal and pride.
Aeilen nodded frantically, her body writhing on the couch, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yeah, yeah, I'm so close," she panted.
"Don't stop, Emily, please don't stop."
Emily smirked, a low laugh rumbling in his chest. "I won't," he said, his voice a deep, velvety purr. "I want to feel you come on my tongue. I want to taste you."
Aeilen moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Oh god, that's gonna make me come right now," she gasped.
Emily chuckled, his tongue swirling around her clit, teasing and taunting her. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her hips bucking and grinding against his face. Emily knew what would send him over the edge, and he shifted slightly to bring his hand close.
As his tongue swirled and lapped at Aeilen's clit, he inserted two fingers into her tight wetness, curling them upward to hit that magical spot. Aeilen gasped, her back arching off the couch as her orgasm crashed over her. Her body tensed, her toes curling, and her hands gripping the couch cushions as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
Emily continued to lick and suck at Aeilen's clit, drawing out her orgasm until she was a whimpering, twitching mess on the couch.
He finally pulled away, his face glistening with her juices, a satisfied smirk on his face.
Aeilen lay there, panting heavily, her body still vibrating with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath.
"Fuck," she gasped, her voice hoarse. "That was... incredible."
Emily grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yeah, it was." He looked down at his still-hard cock, and Aeilen followed his gaze.
"let's move this to the bedroom"
Aeilen suggested, her voice still breathy from her orgasm. "The couch is too small for this."
Emily nodded, his eyes dark with desire. He stood up, his large, masculine body towering over Aeilen. He offered her a hand, and she took it, letting him pull her to her feet.
Her legs felt like jelly, and she leaned into him for support, her body still humming with pleasure. Emily wrapped an arm around her waist, steadying her as they made their way to the bedroom.
Their bedroom was dimly lit, the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the hardwood floors.