The Sexymorphosis 3: The Sexymorphosis Intensifies

By Blair Buford

Blair Buford proudly presents the third installment of the popular "Sexymorphosis” saga!

Seduced and transformed into women, roommates Kendall and Drew awake in a mysterious castle. This isn’t earth - it’s The Trough, a parallel universe that thrives on the sexual energy of its inhabitants. Alex, their host, has summoned them to stop a dark lord who has turned the citizens of The Trough into sex-hungry monsters. Together, the three gender-bending shapeshifters embark on a journey through a jungle fraught with danger, magic, and lust.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blair Buford
• Release date: Apr 28, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311934994

Blair Buford

My name is Blair Buford. It isn’t a man’s name, nor that of a woman. It is that of a human who knows that gender is a choice. I dream of a world where sex is a choice as well, one where men and women alike can both experience how the other half lives for as long as they desire, free to know each other’s pleasure. I write in order to make known to the world that no one should fear what makes them happy.

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The Sexymorphosis 3:

The Sexymorphosis Intensifies

By Blair Buford

Copyright 2014 Blair Buford

Smashwords Edition

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This is a work of adult fiction which contains explicit sexual descriptions of gender swap transformations. It is not for readers who are under 18. This eBook is not to be republished, in whole or in part, without the author’s express written consent. The digital file to be shared with others for any reason. If you have any questions, please contact me at [e-mail]. Thank you and enjoy your story.

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( Chapter One )

As Drew eased into consciousness, he smiled at the familiarity of it all.

He was sure he was cuddled up in the bed in his apartment. Certain his face was warmed by the light coming through his window that overlooked the parking lot. Positive that at any minute, his alarm clock would beep, summoning him to his 9 A.M. course on sub-Saharan economics.

I knew it, he thought to himself. I knew it was all a dream.

Still, Drew couldn’t get over how real the dream felt. He remembered being turned into a woman, and of his new body being groped, fingered, and fucked by apparitions of the night. He’d been devoured, his quaking body melted into nothingness beneath heaps of undulating bodies. It was overwhelming. Even as he stretched and drew a deep breath, he could practically smell the scent of sex in the air.

His legs slid against each other. His crotch felt damp.

Drew’s smile grew. He didn’t know how long it had been since he’d last had a wet dream. Those were stains he didn’t mind washing. He reached down the front of him, expecting his fingertips to slide beneath the waist of his pajama bottoms. Instead, her fingers only felt skin, a tuft of tiny hairs, then a soaking cleft of flesh. She moaned as her middle finger slipped inside her oozing sex.

She blinked open her eyes and looked down. She gazed upon her naked body, the pale flesh glowing in the yellowish light of a diffused sunbeam. Her carefully-shaved lightning bolt of neon green pubes glistened in the direction of her hidden genitals. She lifted her hand and smelled the peculiar musk on her sticky fingertips.

She was a woman.

But that means, Drew thought. No. There’s no way in hell—

She curled into the bed and pinched her eyes shut. She grasped for any kind of explanation, and picked the first one that came to mind: Kendall had summoned some kind of elaborate illusion, and that if Drew willed herself back into her old body and her old life, both would be there when she opened her eyes.

She tried to concentrate, but a tan arm fell limp across her middle.

Drew opened her eyes and watched a hand, sweaty and warm, slip up over her right breast, holding her shape in a claw of long, pink nails. The arm pulled her back gently, and the breasts of another woman pressed into her back. Her lips kissed Drew’s right shoulder, and she tingled as the lips stuck, then gently pulled away. In that position, Drew felt warm, even safe. For a moment, she was soothed into ignoring the strangeness of her new reality.

Then the person behind her began to snore.

Startled, Drew looked over her shoulder, then slowly got on all fours. Looking down, she stared into the sleeping face of another woman, her long pink hair spilled like paint over the pillows. From her navel dangled a purple stone shaped like a penis, one that matched the green stone that tapped Drew’s collarbone from beneath a tight red rubber choker. For a moment, she still didn’t recognize who this woman was.

But when her mouth yawed open, unleashing the same grinding snore that had reverberated through her apartment walls, she knew it had to be Kendall, her roommate. The one she’d had sex with. Twice.

Drew didn’t have time to freak out about that. Her surroundings were even stranger.

Kendall! Drew whispered, nudging her roommate’s shoulder. Kendall, wake up!

The two of them were alone on a massive bed, one surrounded on all