Feminized by Pixies

By Gregor Daniels

Carl's roommate, Ryan, has everything: a jacked bod, a hot girlfriend, and the free time to treat her the way a boyfriend should. After an innocent wish, Carl meets two playful pixies in need of his help. With their magic pixie dust, he's about to become closer to Ryan than ever before...by transforming into his girlfriend Stefanie! In order to save his two tiny new friends, he'll have to do the unthinkable: seduce Ryan. If he doesn't, the pixies will starve to death.

Worse, the real Stefanie discovers her new twin. And what the pixies want him to do.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: May 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463441480

Gregor Daniels

Gregor Daniels is an erotica author that specializes in gender swap and erotic transformation fetishes. New stories are typically released weekly and feature a variety of themes. Have you ever had fantasies to be a girl? Then look no further ...Contact the author directly on Twitter to discuss stories, share your favorite ideas and fantasies, scenes, and characters, or to just talk about nothing in particular.

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Contents

One

Two

Three

Four

Epilogue

Copyright © 2020 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

Carl’s college routine basically involved two things: attending class and playing video games. Luck of the draw had paired him up with a roommate who couldn’t have been more of an opposite. Ryan was the stereotypical musclehead who kept half the refrigerator full of Monster Energy and Bud Light, and would leave a jock strap or two laying around. The animal. But they had separate rooms and mostly kept to themselves, which Carl was fine with. Most times he never even saw or noticed when Ryan was around.

Except when his girlfriend, Stefanie, came over.

And that’s precisely what happened on that Friday afternoon.

Carl was playing Grand Theft Auto V on his PC, and putting off his weekend homework until late Sunday night—as was typical. When he heard the boyfriend and girlfriend enter the dorm, he immediately stopped everything and listened. The two voices went past, and then into Ryan’s bedroom—announced by a door shutting. Carl jumped up and put his ear against his own door.

A few minutes passed. Then from the far end of the dorm came the muffled sounds of a bed squeaking, and Stefanie’s voice moaning.

Yes!

Carl had been eavesdropping on them having sex for months now. A virgin himself, nothing was remotely as arousing as imagining that leggy brunette getting drilled by Ryan’s thick meat. Carl had no idea how big his roommate was, but he pictured it as being at least seven or eight inches. He was a jock, after all! And why else would Stefanie be over all the time if not to get some of that? That’s all the ladies cared about!

Carl’s own manhood was liking what he heard. It was a measly five inches. Nonetheless, he could hardly whip it out fast enough.

"Damn, I wish I could get in on that action," he muttered, in reference to the sounds of fucking across two walls from where he desperately jerked himself off.

It was pathetic, getting off to his roommate getting laid. Carl knew he was a pervert. But lately it was the only thing that made him horny. Even porn had lost its appeal. But Ryan and Stefanie going at it? His cock couldn’t get harder! And so he pumped his erection frantically, savoring every sound he heard, letting his mind paint the scene of humping and thrusting, and Stefanie’s firm tits bouncing up and down, and that massive rod slipping into that glorious, drenched slit.

Unfh! Ah!

In just a couple minutes, Carl had stroked himself past the edge. He realized, in horror, that he hadn’t made preparations for his own climax! Urgently pinching his cock, and holding the massive orgasm at bay, he hurriedly waddled to the nearest receptacle that wouldn’t leave a mess: his trash can. But when he aimed his ready-to-explode dick down to where it could cleanly unleash its pent-up load, nothing happened.

Carl felt the pressure in his loins that told him he was on the brink of coming, he could feel his abdominal muscles clenching to force it all out. On top of those, his balls were throbbing incessantly. All the signs were there.

But the trash can remained dry.

What? he panted, blinking, and then masturbating himself some more to see if that fixed the problem. But it didn’t. He was trembling as every other time before, mysteriously stuck on a perpetual edge. And the more he jacked off, the more it hurt from his body trying to expel it out.

It was like it was clogged or something! Was it like a gallstone? Could that trap the cum? But he was too young. It didn’t make sense!

Unnggghhh! Come on!

Finally, the pressure at the base of his swollen member began to abate somewhat. The sperm was finding its way up through the shaft—albeit slowly. Carl sat down in his chair and worked his cock even quicker, harder. God, it was going to be huge! Oddly, it seemed there was something trapped inside his urethra; his fingers kept bumping into it. But gradually it was moving toward the exit.

"Hnngghh," he groaned, sweating profusely.

And then that congestion was right at the head of his cock. Carl gazed down at his crotch and