ooh i want to hear about womanized
⋆˙⟡ wip ask game! ⟡˙⋆
omg okay so I lowkey forgot this existed until I posted my wips and it's criminal that I lost it in my notes because I reread it a bit today and wow someone should finish that... lol
it's pussy curse galex, except it's full gender swap curse, so alex gets boobs too. huge boobs. and it's the classic "you need to orgasm to change back" rules, so he requests george's help. and george is such a pervert for his tits, particularly getting them in his mouth, but any way really he's just terribly obsessed! I haven't fully mapped out how I want it to play out, but I am feeling confident there will be fingering <3 here's an unedited first draft snippet:
He swallows his nerves, not wanting to give George any more ammo than he already has, and shucks off the oversized hoodie he’d slipped on when he left. He hadn't torn on a shirt underneath, or a bra, of course, so then he’s just shirtless, exposed to the cool air, his nipples hardening quickly in response. He expects George to make another cheeky comment, but he isn't prepared for George to stare — no, gawk — at his chest like when they were teenagers and flipping through a naughty magazine together. Like he’s never seen tits before. Okay, now Alex feels validated for feeling self conscious. He tries to cross his arms over his chest in a casual way, but knows he looks too awkward to come off as secure. George remains unmoving, though finally speaks. “Jesus Christ, mate.” “Uh-huh, I get it. They’re tits, get we please get this over with?” “They’re huge,” George continues dumbly, still hypnotized. “What?” Alex glances down at his own chest again, are they really? He’s seen his fair share, both in porn and in person, but he hadn’t thought he was packing all that much. Sure, they felt heavy. He wasn’t sure how people dealt with tits 24/7, he reckoned they just got used to it. Had to. His aren't the kind usually showcased in basic mainstream porn, all perky and dainty, no — his hung over his ribs, and spilled out to be more than a handful. He'd checked, it's the first thing he’d done this morning. But still, huge felt like an overstatement. “You’re just so sleek and slender,” George babbles on, licking his lips, “figured you’d be the model type.” “Geez, thanks,” Alex rolls his eyes. Men really do just shovel their own feet into their mouth, huh? “No, no,” George huffs, finally looking Alex in the eye, “they’re perfect, seriously. I can’t—“ his eyes flit back down, bashful again. “Can I, please?” Alex fixes him a look, even though he won’t really see it. Alex trusts George will feel his pointed gaze along with his question. “Can you what?” “Anything.” Soft, earnest. The word floats on a dreamy breath, like George would sell his kidneys just to motor boat him or something equally ridiculous. It all feels outrageous, and sticky and hot between Alex's legs. “Be specific,” he challenges, feeling finally the power settling solely in his own hands, George’s strings his to pull. He’s always liked the upper hand, especially with George. It was their thing, really. “Can I put my mouth on them?” George swallows, his fingers flex at his sides. “Please?”