This is a very weird and twisted story, not exactly logical and has no grounding in truth, but I hope some of you find it readable and enjoy the happy ending. Everyone is as old as they need to be for consensual sex.
The year is and the human race is no more. War had overtaken the earth in , a small conflict snowballing into an apocalyptic world war, which due to biological weapons being used and spiralling out of what little control there was, led to humans as a race being wiped out. By peace was prevalent, simply because there was no-one left to fight.
This was what Gary knew, he knew that he was the last man on earth. Well he was pretty sure he was anyway. He guessed he was some fluke, naturally immune to the diseases that had swept the planet. Gary was 23 years old, with dark hair and a good, but not spectacular build. For the last year he had looked for other survivors, but found no-one.
He had tried radio, leaving messages, travelling the country, but found nothing. Driving was becoming harder. Not only was it a matter of maintaining a vehicle, which he had had to learn, but nature was starting to reclaim the urban landscape making roads and motorways often inaccessible. And we need to find them. We need to find women and keep our species alive. They got along well enough, friends through desperation rather than mutual interests, occasionally falling out, but always staying together.
But they found no-one, and ten years later found themselves back in London, having circled the globe. They sat in what was left of a pub, drinking vodka. If only one of us was a woman. There was something about it, a new breakthrough in the science, it was going to be more comprehensive than ever.
Then the world went to hell. They could do that? They were all set, except for one thing. Who was going to go through with it? Neither wanted to be a woman, they were both secure in their gender. Both had had several lovers in their previous lives, all female. Neither was keen to experience childbirth. They argued and debated, but in the end it came down to rock, paper, scissors, best of three.
After ten minutes of tension and draws Gary eventually lost and resigned himself to his fate. He stripped naked and put on a loose gown, swallowed the correct tablets and laid himself out on the auto doc. Steve started up the generator with scavenged fuel and started the machine. The lid hissed closed and Gary slipped into a deep sleep as the machine started to transform his body.
For three days Steve kept vigil by the auto doc, only leaving the room to relieve himself or get more fuel for the generator. On the fourth day Gary started to wake up. Then the lid slowly opened and light crept into his eyes. He looked down at himself. The gown was slightly damp and draped closely to his new curves. He could see the curve of plump breasts, a tight waistline and slender legs coming out the end of the gown with delicate looking feet.
Steve helped him out of the machine and as he got his strength back, he asked for a mirror. He was a knockout, his hair had lengthened, framing a mischievous looking face, his body was curved in all the right places, looking sexy, even in the gown.
He gently held his breasts, enjoying the feeling of his hands on them, he turned to admire his rounded bottom and pulled a few sexy poses to see what it was like. By this time Steve was practically drooling.
Never mind that he had known him as Gary, it had been over a decade since Steve had seen a real live woman and he was horny and desperate. Putting them on as best he could considering his new shape and size, he popped his head round the door again to tell Steve that he was going scavenging for new clothes in his size, then exited the hospital to do so.
Meanwhile Steve was not happy. Taking the box of pills that Gary would have to take for a while, he searched the deserted hospital until he hit jackpot. In a nearby Peacocks, Gary was trying on some new jeans. With a tight little top on he looked at himself in a mirror.
He enjoyed looking in the mirror, seeing a fit bird there, one that some time ago he would have been all over. But then he looks down and these breasts are just there and it just feels all wrong. He feels sorry for Steve. There was always artificial insemination, sticking a turkey baster up himself, but that seemed a cold way to restart the human race and to be perfectly frank, like Steve, he too missed sex and the closeness and intimacy that can come from it.
He just needed a bit of time, he wanted to see if he could desire Steve, want to fuck him. As he started to get depressed, Steve walked through the smashed door of the store. Breaking in next door, Gary lay down on demonstration King Size bed, whilst Steve went to get some food.
Quickly falling asleep, Gary started to dream. Starting off normally enough, they quickly turned sexual, then highly erotic. In his dream he was still a man and fucking this gorgeous woman, he realised she looked like the woman in the hospital, the one in the mirror. Her pussy was so tight and welcoming and seemed to suck him in when he thrust his hips forward. He was holding her tight, her nipples rubbing his, then tighter and then he let go and he was she and she was fucking his old self and enjoying being filled, and it was so good, she saw his old face contort as her pussy filled with his spunk, and she was cumming and And he woke up with a gasp, feeling very horny.
He took some more of the pills that Steve had given him. After a minute or two or getting his breath back and trying to calm down, he realised that he was just getting more and more turned on. He laid back and started to explore his new pussy. He had always thought he knew how to pleasure a woman with his hand and quickly found out he was wrong. He persevered though, trying new motions, different pressures, different speeds and after a few minutes found himself climbing the peak of his first female orgasm.
She licked her lips as Steve removed his clothes with haste, moaning when she saw his hard rod. She swallowed it all revelling in the taste and texture as the spunk slipped down her gullet. She sucked on the head, her tongue caressing its velvet texture, to make sure she had had it all, then let it slip from between her lips as it started to soften. She held his head there, feeling sparks go through her body, each time her nipple was touched or tweaked.
A mouth would be on one breast, whilst a hand roughly squeezed the other. For several minutes she just luxuriated in the new and powerful feelings, letting Steve do all the work, encouraging him on with her words. The bed was bouncing hard and Gary gripped the headboard behind her as she started to cum and cum hard, not once, not twice but three times in quick succession, an explosion of bliss overwhelming her, her wails of pleasure degenerating into blubbering as Steve filled her with his seed, so much coming out, that it leaked onto the bed, out of where their flesh joined.
Getting her breath back, Gary realised she was still wanting more. She got on her hands and knees and gripped the bars of the headboard, begging Steve to fill her pussy again. Unable to get it up again straight away, Steve used his fingers to plunge into her depths.
Gary pushed back onto them, desperate to feel more. A few minutes later she was starting to get really frustrated and was grateful when Steve pulled out his cum covered fingers and replaced them with his hard cock.
It slipped in easily, the new position allowing for even deeper penetration and Gary sighed in relief when all of Steve was back inside of her. Starting slowly, Steve withdrew, then thrust hard back into her, making her breasts shake as she gripped the bed frame tighter.
Again and again he pounded her pussy from behind. Gary could feel her orgasm building, and when Steve started shooting his sperm into her womb, she came with a cry, her pussy tightening around him, milking his man juices until her insides were full of them.
You normally take one with food and it gets your motor running. I guess with the sex change and all, it messed with your mind, made you crave men instead of women. Every few days Gary would take some of the blue tablets and let Steve give him a good hard fucking. After a few weeks of this Gary cut down on them, until eventually he stopped taking them as fucking and desiring Steve became normal and everyday to him. After a month, Gary discovered he was pregnant and they both studied hard on how to deliver a baby from instructional videos they found on memory chips.
They cleaned and prepared more rooms in the mansion they had claimed, knowing they should try for as large a family as possible. They called them Mark and Maggie, the names mementos of friends or family from their former lives, before the war. They looked like their parents, but also a little bit like Gary from before the sex change, which was slightly unnerving for the couple.
Six months after the twins arrived, Gary and Steve had just finished putting them down for the night, in their cot. Steve walked up behind Gary and putting his arms around her said: Neither of us are getting any younger, so sooner is better.
Steve broke off to kiss and nuzzle her neck and ears, his hands slipping under her top to caress the skin there. She leaned forward and kissed his hairy chest, licking and tugging at his nipples. Impatient as always, Steve quickly spun Gary around, leaning her forward with a hand on her back, as she grabbed the top of the cot tightly, knowing what was coming next. His hard cock quickly found the entrance to her eager pussy and with a sigh, quickly filled Gary up.
He stayed like that for a few seconds, enjoying the physical closeness and the sensations running along his thick tool. Steve slowly withdrew until just the tip was in her.