Parts Shortage - TG
Tags: Halloween, Gender bend, Gender swap
Viktor kicked open the rusted iron door of the desert bunker and raised his heavy automatic rifle as hot sand blew into the concrete hallway behind him. His client had paid a massive bag of gold to wipe out this rival gang of smugglers, and Viktor did not care if the targets were elves, hobbits, sp…
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Viktor kicked open the rusted iron door of the desert bunker and raised his heavy automatic rifle as hot sand blew into the concrete hallway behind him. His client had paid a massive bag of gold to wipe out this rival gang of smugglers, and Viktor did not care if the targets were elves, hobbits, spirits, or other zombies. Three armed guards stood near a stack of wooden crates and opened fire the second they saw his huge, bulky frame filling the doorway. **BLAM BLAM BLAM** Heavy lead bullets punched straight into Viktor's broad chest and tore through his thick leather vest, ripping chunks of dead grey muscle off his ribs and spraying dark, stagnant blood across the dusty floor. Viktor barely felt the impacts because his giant body had been stitched together from the strongest male corpses on the black marke, and taking bullets felt completely normal to him after thousands of brutal firefights. He marched forward with heavy footsteps, aimed his rifle from the hip, and pulled the trigger until all three guards dropped dead into pools of their own blood. 'This cleanup job is taking way too long... I still want to hit the neon clubs downtown before midnight...' Viktor reloaded his weapon and pushed through the next metal door, ignoring the ragged holes gaping in his stomach and shoulder. Everyone in the underworld knew his reputation as the undead mercenary who never feared iron bullets or total destruction, because his private doctors always patched him back up with premium parts. Since this dusty desert town was miles away from his home territory, he had already called ahead through his criminal connections and booked a local back alley surgeon just in case his body took too much damage tonight. He blasted two hobbit gunmen apart in the hallway, stepped over their smoking bodies and kicked down the reinforced door to the gang boss's private office. Inside the room, a scarred elf sat behind a metal desk holding a small brass detonator with a trembling hand and a crazy grin on his bruised face. Before Viktor could even raise his barrel to shoot the bastard between the eyes, the elf pressed his thumb down hard on the red button. **CLICK KABOOOOOM** A blinding wall of orange fire ripped through the office, tearing Viktor's massive body into bloody shreds before everything went completely dark and silent.
When Viktor finally opened his mismatched eyes, the harsh smell of bleach and copper blood filled his nose under the dim green glow of a basement morgue. His right yellow eye focused on the stained ceiling tiles while his left green eye blinked away a blurry haze, and he heard the wet sound of metal scraping against a sink. Across the cold room, a thin man in a bloodstained coat named Doctor Vane was wiping dark red gore off a surgical saw with a dirty rag. Doctor Vane turned around, noticed Viktor moving on the steel examination table and gave him a tired smile. "Well you undead merc, I must say I did not have high hopes when I got you because you were only the top of the head and half of the brain. Look at you now, full and ready to go." Viktor wanted to let out a deep, gravelly laugh and hop off the table to check his new muscles, so he pushed himself up on his elbows and opened his mouth. "Huh~" The sound that came out of his throat was high, soft and sweet, vibrating against vocal cords that felt tiny and delicate inside his neck. Viktor froze in panic and looked down past the silver military dog tags hanging around his throat. Instead of his wide, hairy chest covered in old bullet scars, two enormous, pale breasts hung out from his torso, wobbling heavily with every ragged breath he took. Thick black surgical stitches ran in neat lines across the top of his chest and around his shoulders, holding the soft, glossy mounds of flesh onto his small frame while puffy pink nipples pointed straight out in the chilly air.
His face burned hot with a deep red blush right under the dark stitch marks surrounding his yellow eye, and he dropped his weight back down onto the steel table in pure shock. **SQUELCH** The moment he sat down, a pair of wide, plump ass cheeks spread out beneath him, and the bare, wet lips of a hairless pussy pressed flat against the freezing metal surface. An intense jolt of icy cold shot straight up through his sensitive labia and clit, making his smooth, stitched skin break out in tiny goosebumps all over his arms and legs. "What the hell is THIS, you fucking asshole?! Why the fuck am I a CHICK?!" Doctor Vane raised both stained hands and took a step closer to the table. "Hey, hey, calm down there undead merc, oh right, your name is Viktor.... Look, let me say it again, only the top of your head was in one piece and not mashed potatoes. Even undead can die if they get too destroyed… and they could not bring you all the way back to our main spot, so I had to come out here and work with what was available in this local morgue." The doctor reached out and poked Viktor's huge left boob with his gloved index finger. **POKE** The breast jiggled wildly, sending a hot, electric tingle shooting straight from his stiff pink nipple down into his stomach. **SLAP** Viktor smacked the doctor's hand away with a small, slender palm and flicked his wrist, letting out a high squeak as his own sensitive fingers stung from the impact. "Ouch! Keep your dirty hands off me, you creep~"
"I had to work with female parts because there was no other way," Doctor Vane said while rubbing his red wrist. "Either you were gone for good or you woke up a chick and your insurance policy asked for the second option." Viktor shifted uncomfortably on the cold steel, and his thick, pale thighs rubbed together along the dark stitch lines circling his upper legs. The smooth skin pressing against his swollen outer lips created a sudden wave of warm friction that made his toes curl and forced a soft, breathy sound out of his sharp teeth. "Mmmmmph~ Why do I fucking feel so weird?" "Well, your brain was half blasted away in that explosion, so the other half of it came from a fresh dead chick," Doctor Vane explained casually as he tossed his rag onto the counter. "Now your mind and your whole body will behave the exact way a woman does." "So you are fucking saying I became a REAL CHICK?!" Viktor glared up at him with burning cheeks, crossed his right arm over his heavy bare tits to hide his hard nipples and shoved his left middle finger straight up into the doctor's face. "Yeah... you can be angry about it all you want, but I got you the freshest and cleanest parts in town, including a tight unused tight pussy," Doctor Vane chuckled before turning back to his paperwork. **TWITCH** At those blunt words, Viktor's brand new virgin hole clenched hard all by itself, squeezing out a thick, warm drop of slick girl juice that coated his inner folds and dripped onto the cold steel table. 'This is messed up, my own body is getting wet just from hearing him talk about my pussy... I need a stiff drink right now before I lose my mind~' Gritting his sharp teeth against the constant, throbbing heat between his legs, Viktor grabbed a loose black shirt and a pair of tight shorts from the chair, pulled them over his stitched curves while his wet labia soaked into the crotch fabric like a sponge, and stormed out into the desert night toward the nearest bar.
Viktor pushed through the heavy wooden doors of the rusty desert tavern, where thick cigar smoke hung in the warm air and loud rock music blasted from cracked speakers on the walls. Every single step he took down the narrow aisle made his massive, stitched breasts bounce hard inside his loose black shirt, rubbing his oversensitive pink nipples against the rough cotton until he wanted to bite his own lip off. Even worse was the tight denim of his borrowed shorts pressing right up into the wet cleft of his new pussy, pushing the coarse fabric between his puffy labia and soaking up the sticky moisture that kept leaking out of his virgin hole. 'Dammit, this stupid female brain half is making my whole body tingle just because a bunch of sweaty mercenaries are staring at my ass~' He kept his head down, ignoring the hungry whistles from a table of drunk elves and spotted a massive green orc sitting alone in a dark leather booth near the back hallway. It was Bragok, a heavy weapons specialist Viktor had worked with on three bank heists last year, and the last person Viktor wanted to see while broke because he still owed the giant orc five thousand gold coins for a crate of rocket launchers. Figuring it was better to explain the situation before Bragok came hunting for him, Viktor walked over with his wide hips swaying naturally and slid onto the leather seat across from him. Bragok looked up from his mug of dark ale, his yellow eyes widening as he stared at the short red hair, the stitched yellow and green eyes,and the huge cleavage spilling out of Viktor's collar.
"Bragok, listen to me, it is Viktor," Viktor said, hating how breathy and sweet his voice sounded over the tavern noise as the metal dog tags clinked against his bare skin. "The desert job blew up in my face and the doc had to rebuild me with spare female parts, so I need another week to get the cash I fucking owe you." Bragok stared at him for three seconds before throwing his huge green head back and roaring with deep laughter that shook the wooden table. "By the dragon gods… Viktor, when was the last time you got so fucking hot?! Look at those giant stitched tits and that juicy little waist, you went from an ugly slab of scarred meat to the finest piece of ass in the whole wasteland!" "Shut the fuck up, it is not funny, half my brain came from some dead chick and my nerves are completely fried~" Viktor growled, though a hot blush spread across his cheeks as his thighs squeezed together under the table. Just smelling the heavy, musky scent of sweat and leather rolling off Bragok's huge muscular body was making the female half of his mind spin with dirty thoughts. Down inside his shorts, his empty pussy gave a needy clench, soaking the denim of his pants even wetter until it felt warm and slimy against his throbbing clit.
Bragok leaned across the table, his nostrils flaring as he caught the sweet, unmistakable scent of female arousal drifting up from between Viktor's legs. "Tell you what, old friend, since you are broke and dripping wet right now, you can pay off your entire debt in the back bedroom upstairs. Let me break in that fresh zombie pussy for one night and we call the five thousand gold completely even." 'No way, I am a hardened killer! I do not let guys fuck me for money... except my pussy is aching so badly right now that I can barely sit still~' Viktor tried to glare and tell the orc to go to hell, but his trembling legs stood up almost on their own when Bragok grabbed his slender wrist and led him up the creaky stairs into a dim, cheap bedroom. The moment the wooden door locked behind them, Bragok ripped the loose shirt and soaked shorts right off Viktor's stitched frame, leaving him completely naked except for the silver dog tags swinging between his heavy breasts. Bragok shoved Viktor forward until he was bent over at the waist in front of the bed, grabbing Viktor's right wrist in one giant green hand while wrapping his other fist tight in Viktor's spiky red hair to pull his head back. **SCHLICK** The thick, blunt head of Bragok's massive green cock pressed straight against Viktor's wet, hairless pussy lips, rubbing up and down through the slick juices coating his entrance. "Unhhhh~ WAIT! Bragok, that thing is way too fucking big for a virgin hole~" Viktor gasped out, his sharp teeth bared and his mismatched eyes rolling back as the burning hot skin of the orc's shaft parted his sensitive outer labia.
Bragok did not wait at all and shoved his hips forward in one brutal, heavy thrust that buried ten inches of thick orc meat deep inside Viktor's tight, unused channel. **SQUELCH** "Ahhhhhhh~ Fuck, fuck fuck… Unnnngh~" Viktor screamed out in a high, needy squeak as his tight inner walls stretched to their absolute limit around the throbbing veins of the giant cock, tearing right through his virgin barrier in a blinding flash of pain and scorching pleasure. His female brain flooded his bloodstream with pure ecstasy, turning every single nerve ending inside his stretched pussy into a furnace that begged for more friction. **PLAP PLAP PLAP** Bragok started fucking him hard and fast from behind, his heavy green pelvis slamming against Viktor's plump, stitched ass cheeks so hard that sweat and clear girl cum splashed out onto the floor. With every powerful stroke, Viktor's huge pale breasts swung wildly underneath his chest, the heavy weight pulling at the black stitch lines while his hard pink nipples brushed against his own slick arms. 'I hate this, I am supposed to be a tough guy, so why does having a fat cock stretching my pussy open feel so fucking incredible?!' Viktor tried to deny how much he loved it, but his inner muscles gripped and milked the thick shaft like a greedy bitch while drool dripped from his open mouth. "Haaah~ Mmmmmph~ Harder, damn you, hit that spot inside me~"
Bragok grunted deeply, yanked harder on the red hair, and pistonned his hips at a relentless pace until Viktor's entire body convulsed in a massive, screaming female orgasm. Clear liquid squirted straight out of his spasming hole, soaking the orc's thighs just as Bragok roared and unloaded thick, boiling ropes of orc cum deep into Viktor's twitching womb. **SPLURT SPLURT** The hot seed flooded every corner of his belly until it overflowed around the base of the cock, and the overwhelming wave of pleasure knocked Viktor completely unconscious onto the mattress. When Viktor finally woke up the next morning, warm sunlight was streaming across the messy bedsheets and a thick, sticky trail of dried cum was still leaking slowly out of his sore, well used pussy. He reached down with a soft hand, cupped one of his heavy stitched breasts and let out a quiet, satisfied sigh as a warm tingle rippled through his belly. Staying in this curvy female body for a while honestly did not seem bad at all anymore and if assassination work ever got too slow, he knew he could make a buck working in much more hands on professions as he rolled over to count the extra gold coins Bragok had left on the nightstand.