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Make a wish upon a falling star and your wish will be granted.
It was a childhood tale - something a parent would tell their kid, to bring a little joy into their lives.
But Morgan wanted to believe it so badly.
Sighing, the young man stared up at the stars, lost in thought. An accomplished student prodigy, with a stellar social life, supportive parents, and a promising future ahead of him, he should want for nothing - after all, everything was in his reach. Everything, except a hidden desire of his-
Morgan wanted to be fucked. He wanted to be fucked hard. He wanted to be held down - to ride another - to take a dick inside his pussy, fast and hard. To be bred and filled with cum until it flowed down his thighs. To be manhandled and fucked by dominant women and reduced to a messy cumslut.
See, there was this visual novel he had been playing - Breeding Boypussy, starring a man with a pussy getting fucked by women with dicks. The plot itself Morgan had mostly skimmed over but the idea of it captured his attention and it’s been occupying his thoughts for the past several years. He often wondered about what it would be like to be fucked like the protagonist. No more sorrows or worries, just dick in his head all day long…
Unfortunately, he did not have a pussy, and most people he met looked past his lithe stature, saw his brains, his grades, and (wrongly) assumed he was just a vanilla guy who liked missionary sex with a woman. And with those expectations of so many people, how could he betray them and still retain their respect?
That led to him being on the balcony of his room when all of his friends were out partying - the wind ruffling his hair and the chilly air reddening his cheeks, perpetually annoyed with his own refusal to subvert expectations while at the same time, hoping that his friends and family never find out his secret fantasy.
As he counted down the seconds to the shooting star, he spotted it - a streak of white, from the far-flung corners of the universe.
Morgan abandoned his line of thought, closed his eyes, and clasped his hands together. “I wish…”
As he recited his wish, the falling star seemed to glow brighter for a split second before it faded into the night once more.
Dismayed at the lack of any changes, Morgan’s brows furrowed. His hands fell to his sides. Quietly, he turned on his heel and trudged back to his bed, hoping to sleep the disappointment away.
“Wakey, wakey, little Morgie~!”
A cheerful voice roused Morgan. He groaned, rubbing away at his eyes as he slowly forced them open. The sight of sunlight streaming in through his windows was despair-inducing. Narrowing his eyes, he grumbled and threw a cushion over his head, intending to go back to sleep-
“Oh no you don’t!” The cushion was abruptly ripped from his hands to Morgan’s consternation. “C’mon, wake up already!”
Morgan straightened, scratching the back of his head. “Okay, I’m up. I’m up.” Why was Olivia in his room? “Seriously, what-”
He froze. Blinked. And blinked again.
And slapped himself in the face, only for his sister to yelp, and hurriedly pull his hand away from his face. “What are you doing?” Olivia said, concerned. Her eyes carefully checked his reddened cheek. “Oh thank goodness you didn’t harm yourself..”
“No way,” he said numbly, still shocked. Only the dull throb of pain in his left cheek alerted him to the fact that- “I’m awake ?”
Olivia frowned. “Of course you are. You’re acting kinda weird. Are you feeling okay?”
Morgan wanted to instinctively reply that yes, he was okay - but as his eyes darted to his sister, he wasn’t so sure of that anymore.
Because as Olivia straightened, her hands falling to her side, it was impossible for him to not notice how different his sister was.
Olivia - or rather, pre-change Olivia - had not been tiny per se. But she was slightly smaller than Morgan, with the skinny frame of a cheerleader, and self-esteem bolstered by his support for her. This Olivia standing right before him was taller, with lithe muscles across her entire body and sporting an impressive six-pack and a subtly bigger chest. This Olivia was pitching an impressive tent in her flouncy skirt. This Olivia wore white panties underneath her skirt, which were straining to hold her erection. This Olivia didn’t seem to care.
In fact, confidence radiated from her, from the way she stood with a hand on her hip, to her smirk as she practically stared covetously at his chest, to her raised eyebrow as she awaited Morgan’s response.
“Well?” she pressed, licking her lips.
“I-,” he sucked in a deep breath, parsing through his thoughts. “I’m… fine?”
Olivia’s brow creased, the lust fading away from her eyes. “You don’t sound fine,” she said uncertainly. “Want me to call Kelsey or Mom in here?”
Thoughts about their concerned faces ran through his mind and Morgan rapidly shook his head. “No, no! Just, gimme five and I’ll be right out there.” His family had enough worries, as is. It wouldn’t do for him to add to them.
Olivia pursed her lips but gave a tight nod. She spun on her heel and walked right out of Morgan’s room.
As soon as the door closed behind her, Morgan let loose a breath he didn’t realise he was holding.
Olivia had an erection and that meant- she had a dick. So his wish changed her sex? But she was his sister, it didn’t mean he was attracted to her that way, he wanted to experience the visual novel - he wanted-
Morgan stilled. He glanced down at himself. His eyes narrowed at the soft swell of his chest, his puffier nipples. Slowly, he lifted the sheets. A mound sat where his dick used to be, smooth and hairless, with a peek of red folds underneath.
“Oh,” he breathed. “ Oh .”
The ten minutes Morgan spent on showering and dressing himself was enough for him to get a general idea of what must have happened. He was definitely not transported into the world of that visual novel, as evidenced by the existence of his family, but some general ideas must have been overlaid onto his own world.
That was- okay. He can handle it.
He valiantly marched into the dining room.
His Mom noticed him first. “Good morning,” Tilda chirped, her voice high and merry, as she waved at him. Slightly different from the more withdrawn Mom Morgan knew but… not so different from the Mom in Breeding Boypussy.
Okay, I can work with this. “Morning,” Morgan said politely, slowly sitting down next to Kelsey, who merely nodded at him, and opposite Olivia.
“Breakfast today is waffles with eggs.” Tilda hummed as she plated the waffles. “Any special cream for you, Olivia?”
“No thanks!”
“Kelsey?”
“No thank you.”
“Morgan?”
Morgan blinked, confused. Cream? Who eats cream with waffles? He was curious where this was going, though, so… “Uh, sure?” He caught Kelsey’s eye-roll and Olivia mouthing something at him out of the corner of his eye but couldn’t understand it-
-Until Tilda turned around and Morgan saw the enormous erection straining against her jeans. “I’m so glad you said ‘yes’!” she gushed, but Morgan wasn’t hearing her, his head full of static as he gaped. “I’ve been trying a new diet, something that will make it tastier…”
“Tastier?” he repeated weakly.
She beamed. “Tastier,” she affirmed.
Morgan felt dizzy. When she pulled down the zipper, his eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. Like Olivia, she had a cock - a twelve-inch, dusky red, thick dick. There was a heft package at its base - testicles plump and filled to the brim with semen. Things that should not belong on his mother - things Morgan knew that he created through his wish. But knowing that didn’t lessen the fact it was so hot and fitted Tilda perfectly-
As if she always had a cock and balls.
A pulse of heat in his lower abdomen had him squeezing his thighs together.
Before Morgan’s very eyes, long fingers gripped and slid along the long, pulsating shaft. Up, down, up, down - in a rhythmic motion. Tilda’s hips started grinding into her fists - her cockhead peeking through the hole her hands made with every thrust. Precum beaded on her glans. Her breathing deepened, eyelashes fluttering as she tilted her head back.
He should be horrified. He should stop his mother right this instant before things escalated. He should feel guilt, for reducing people he knew to such obscenity, but-
But he was slightly curious. Curious about what cum would taste like. Whether he’ll like it. Whether he'll want more.
“Oh, yes, yes~!” Morgan could practically see a lusty fog descending over her mind as Tilda’s movements sped up, her hips a blur. When he glanced around, Olivia and Kelsey didn’t seem bothered - in fact, they were eating their waffles and checking their phones normally.
It soon occurred to him why - it was only he that was receiving ‘cream’ after all.
Grateful and somehow, ridiculously flattered, Morgan gazed at his Mom, taking in the sight of her fapping, the sounds coming out of her mouth.
“ Ah , oh, hrngh, fuck !” Tilda’s face was twisted into a rictus of pleasure as she humped her hands. Her breasts bounced with every forceful thrust. Her movements were growing sloppier as she gasped and groaned, wildly fucking into her hand like it was a mare and she, a wild stallion in rut.
Heat flared in Morgan’s cheeks at the thought. He shifted uncomfortably, aware of the wetness leaking out of his cunt. It… felt good.
Nevertheless, he didn’t look away.
Tilda gave one last lewd moan that burnt the tips of Morgan’s ears, her back arching, and that was all the warning he got before cum poured onto his plate.
Ribbon after ribbon of sticky, white seed spurted out of Tilda’s giant cock, anointing Morgan’s waffles and eggs in her essence. There was so much of it that soon, the entire dish was covered in semen.
Morgan suppressed a whimper at the sight. Slowly, he dipped a finger in the moat of cum, bringing it to his mouth.
He moaned and immediately blushed when his sisters giggled.
“Girls,” Tilda shot Kelsey and Olivia a look, the sternness downplayed by the fact her cheeks were still red from her masturbation session.
“It’s okay, Mom.” Morgan quickly assured her. “I’m not mad.”
“Still…,” Tilda’s eyes dropped to his plate. “Well, okay. So, good?”
Morgan’s blush deepened. She wanted him to say it. “Y-yeah. You tasted great.”
His Mom smiled. “Really?”
“Yeah, like,” Morgan wracked his brains for a bit, “like a banana and honey toast smoothie! But less gross.”
He felt like he might have offended her, but to his surprise, Tilda merely laughed. “Well, I’m glad you liked it.” she grinned, eyes sparkling with mirth. “Finish it up, then.”
Morgan nodded and went back to eagerly devouring the rest of the cum - and his waffles and eggs, but the cum. He wasn’t lying. It was surprisingly delicious, hot, and perfectly sweet. If this was the flavour of cum, he wouldn’t mind drinking it everyday.
Unbeknownst to him, Tilda was sending triumphant looks at Kelsey and Olivia, who looked like they had bitten a sour lemon. Jealousy radiated from them as they watched their brother swallow Tilda’s seed instead of their own. Such an emotion would have never arisen if Kelsey and Olivia were their usual selves - but if there was one thing Morgan was right about, it was about his world being influenced by Breeding Boypussy.
And the first chapter just so happened to be on the protagonist’s introduction to becoming a cumslut.