Cupcake

Content Note: This story contains unwilling (if not necessarily unwanted) gender bending, as well as changes to the MC’s mental state and reality. There’s no identity death, but it does sorta touch upon the topic. Still, it’s mostly a heartwarming (and hopefully hot) story that I hope people will enjoy!

PS: I swear this was meant to be shorter…

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David walked into the kitchen hunched over, holding a paper bag against his chest and sending furtive glances around as if afraid that someone might see him. Specifically his girlfriend, Jenny. He knew she’d never let him live it down if she found out what he was up to – what he’d gotten, and why.

Not that she’d be wrong to mock him for it. Not when he’d just spent fifty dollars on a single cupcake. It wasn’t even particularly fancy! Looking at it – opening up the package, and carefully placing it upon the table – it was actually rather plain. Sure, it looked tasty enough with its dark chocolate body and its lighter frosting that was just begging to be licked off, but there was nothing particularly special about it. It certainly didn’t look like it was worth fifty dollars. In fact, one could have bought dozens of cupcakes just like it for that same amount, at any normal grocery store.

Except it wasn’t a grocery store that David had bought it at. It had come from some sort of bakery that had popped up next to the gym, taking up space in a building he’d never even noticed before. The lady who ran it claimed he’d never notice it again, either. Not that he knew what to make of that. It was probably just some sort of weird pop-up business – a bakery the matronly looking woman only opened up when she was in the mood to bake, or some such. She likely didn’t make a lot, which might be why she was selling ‘magic’ cupcakes for fifty dollars…

Not that David really believed in magic, cupcake based or otherwise. No more than he believed the baker’s claim, that this supposedly magical cupcake could give him the body of his dreams. He certainly didn’t buy the further claim that the magic would let him keep said form, forever – that no matter what he ate, or how much he relaxed, he’d never gain or lose a pound again once the spell upon the cupcake had taken effect. 

Honestly, he wasn’t even sure why he’d bought the damn thing. Spells and the like were nothing more than a ridiculous fantasy, and he knew it – and the idea that a cupcake of all things could give him the chiseled look he was going for… it was ridiculous.

It just hadn’t felt ridiculous when he was standing in that store. When he was looking into that baker’s eyes, and listening to her melodic speech. It was like he’d been captured, enspelled by her looks and her voice. Disbelief had been off the table, at the time. It wasn’t until he’d left the shop that he’d started to have doubts, and only now that he was actually looking at the thing did he finally start to accept that he’d been hoodwinked.

Looking back at it, David had to wonder if she was really that enchanting at all, or if it had merely been the allure of sweets calling to him. He’d sworn off all sugary things almost two years ago, after all. Back when he’d first met Jenny – tall, buff, and beautiful Jenny, who’d barely even spared a glance for the pudgy dude he used to be.

He’d gotten into weight lifting for her sake. He’d sculpted his body, as best as he could, to match the muscled look strong girls were into, and it had worked. He’d gotten her attention working out in the gym alongside her, and kept it up as the days went by, talking and chatting with her. At first they only talked at the gym, and only as they mingled amongst their peers. Later she started to give him tips on how to build muscle better, and on what exercises would help him stay in shape. Eventually he’d even gathered up the courage to ask her out, and they’d been dating ever since.

Still, their relationship wasn’t perfect. He still wasn’t perfect. He was stronger than her, sure, but not by much. He could run further and longer than her, but only by pushing himself far too much for comfort. He could beat her at almost any physical competition, but he couldn’t dominate her. Couldn’t make her his. If anything, it often felt like she was the one in charge of their relationship, despite him being the supposed man…

Not only that, but she’d even started trying to convince him to let go of some of the gains he’d made. To stop pushing himself so hard, to stop competing with her and just ‘be himself.’ Whatever that meant.

Sure, he didn’t enjoy weight lifting as much as her – or exercise in general, for that matter. He didn’t live for the burn the way she did, or enjoy the challenge of pushing himself to greater heights.

He was still the man in the relationship, though, and so he still felt the need to be in charge. To be better, stronger, and capable of protecting her from what few threats she couldn’t take care of himself. Surely, she’d prefer it that way… Surely, she’d never be able to accept him if he actually gave into her encouragement, and did what she said.

Sure, she claimed she’d still love him if he was pudgy – in fact, sometimes she almost sounded like she’d prefer it. Him, all soft and malleable in her arms, pinned in her embrace, taken care of by her strength… In truth, it almost sounded nice.

Too bad it was a trap. Not an intentional one, mind you, and certainly not a malicious one, but a trap all the same. Sure, Jenny thought she’d be accepting of him even if he got out of shape, but the truth was she’d never even paid attention to him until he started lifting weights. Until he’d joined her world, he’d just been a pebble by the side of the road to her. Not even worth kicking out of the way. Only now that he was strong enough to lift a boulder did she pay attention to him…

So no. He wasn’t going to give up his muscles. He wasn’t going to indulge in sugary sweets. He wasn’t going to lay on the couch and watch anime. He was going to push himself, force himself to match her pace and then exceed it. It was the only way for them to be happy together, and David knew it even if Jenny didn’t.

Though… all that said… was there really any harm in taking just one bite from the cupcake? He had spent fifty dollars on it, after all, and it wasn’t like he could just give the thing to Jenny. Her cheat day had been yesterday, and this thing would totally go stale if it had to wait until next week. Plus, there was the ‘magic’ to consider. Not that David believed in such nonsense, of course – not really – but… well, again, he had paid quite a bit of money for it… And unlike Jenny, it wasn’t like he took cheat days to begin with. He hadn’t touched a sweet in two years!

So surely… surely, just one bite would be fine?

With that thought in mind, he reached out a trembling hand to pluck the cupcake from the table. He intended to take a small bite – just a nibble – but next thing he knew his tongue was deep in the frosting, licking it all up as if intending to make the cupcake bald.

Ironic, considering the effect it was having on him – with every lick of chocolate frosting, his own dark brown hair began to grow, turning from a short-cut fuzz to a shaggy do, and then continuing to grow into long, wavy tresses that fell down his back in a cascade, only stopping when they reached his ass.

David didn’t notice, though. Perhaps he was too invested in the cupcake to pay attention to the extra weight atop his head – or perhaps it was the ‘magic’ he’d dismissed, instead. The same magic that now had his ass pushing against the limits of his jeans, thick layers of fat turning his flat ass into a proper bubble butt that the denim was struggling to contain. His hips weren’t helping, either, growing wider even as David continued to inhale his cupcake. 

He’d moved on from the frosting to the body at this point, shoving the whole thing into his mouth and messily eating it, scooping up the crumbs that fell out and shoving them back into his mouth. It was so good. So sweet, and delicious, and chocolatey, after years of denial. Could he truly be blamed for being invested in his treat? 

So invested that he hardly even noticed his hard earned muscles melting away, bulky arms turning into something far more slender, and smoother, his body hair disappearing along with the muscle mass.

It wasn’t just his arms, either. His legs, thick and strong, were becoming… Well, no less thick, but certainly less strong. Where once there’d been hard muscle, now there was soft fat, pumping up his thighs to the point they practically threatened to crush his poor member between them. Even that escaped his notice, though – whether because he was too preoccupied licking bits of frosting off his suddenly more delicate fingers, or because the spell simply wasn’t ready to let him detect it yet. Either way, he didn’t notice a thing as his cheeks puffed up, harsh angles turning to soft curves and plump lips, eyes widening and softening as his lashes grew longer and his nose shrank.

Alas, such changes couldn’t remain undetected forever. For David, it was the loss in height that proved a tipping point. Where once he’d stood at almost six feet tall, towering over the table, now he was rapidly shrinking to five foot nothing, leaving him barely able to peek over the edge.

“Wha…?” he whispered, finally realizing something was off. He stared in shock at his miniaturized hands, dainty and small and barely capable of wrapping themselves around the lightest of his weights. He took in his slender arms, once thick as tree trunks now thin and weak. He fidgeted and turned, reaching around himself, suddenly all too aware of how tight his pants were around his fat ass and thick thighs. 

“N-no,” he whispered, horrified by the changes. “T-this can’t be happening!” he screamed, scrambling with the button and zipper of his pants. The former was a struggle, the button strained to its limits, more willing to pop off than properly unbutton, but with sheer determination he got the job done. He slid his pants down, trying not to sigh in relief from how good it felt to be freed from the denim. Not that his underwear was holding up much better, tight as it was around his thighs and privates. At least he could still feel those privates within their cloth restraints, though. With all the changes he’d experienced, he’d almost thought he was turning into a girl for a moment…

“Heh…” He chuckled at the thought – then froze, feeling something stir within his underpants. 

“N-” he began to protest, then cut off, wincing at a sharp tugging pain coming from his groin. He could feel something pushing its way up inside him, into his being, up into a place where it doesn’t belong – and not only that, but he can feel something shifting, changing inside him, as organs rearranged themselves to fit in something new.

Not wanting to believe, not wanting to think it could be true for even a moment longer, David yanked at his underwear. It was harder to get off than the pants, the legholes having dug deep into his thick thighs at this point, but he managed. Soon the underwear was pooled around his feet, and his junk was exposed – his limp, hanging member, which seemed somehow smaller than the last time he’d seen it.

In fact, it was growing smaller yet, right before his eyes. Pulling inward, his ballsack – empty – pressing flush against his legs as a split formed down its center, and his penis continued to recede. Smaller and smaller it got, even as he stared at it, until at last it was nothing more than a tiny button situated above a set of moist folds.

“N-no,” he – she? No, he – whispered, trying to ignore the truth before him. “H-how?”

He stared at his hands, despite knowing the answer. Stared at his fingers, still wet from saliva from the chocolate frosting he’d sucked up.

“How is this supposed to be the body of my dreams?” he whispered, to himself, staring down at his body. At his stomach, no longer defined by a six-pack, but rather by a touch of pudge – not enough to call him fat, just enough to peek out over any jeans he might put on. A muffin top. Not to mention his thighs – so thick he could suffocate someone between them, though he’d lost the strength to crush anyone with them. At his chest – the most masculine part of him. No longer muscled with great pecs, but… flat.

Annoyingly flat. After all, if he had to be a girl – and a thick one at that – then surely the least he could have was-

“Ugh!” His thoughts stopped, paused in place by a sudden stinging in his chest, followed by a push coming from somewhere behind his nipples. He felt it, the moment the flesh started surging forward – saw it, the moment his chest began to swell, soft mounds popping into existence even as as his areola and areola began to grow, more and more of his flesh turning bright pink as his nipples stood stiff, poking out against the rough fabric of his shirt. He could do nothing but watch as his breasts came into existence, developing from little bumps into huge mountains that he could barely fit his tiny hands around.

Not that he didn’t try. At first, it was just an attempt to push them back inside himself – a hopeless endeavor, but one he felt compelled to try. Then he felt it, though – the feeling of those firm melons in his hands, the stiff nipples grinding against his palms even through the fabric of his shirt – and he moaned. He couldn’t help himself. It just came out, loud if not proud, with just a hint of whining need.

“Well, well… look what we have here,” came a voice behind him – soft, teasing, a little deeper than most women spoke but still definitively feminine, with a sultry undertone. “Someone’s got herself all worked up in the middle of the kitchen.”

“J-Jenny!” I cried out, startled. When had she arrived? Had she been home from the start? Or was she just arriving now, with him too deep in shock to notice? Not that it mattered – she was welcome at his place. He’d given her a key for a reason, after all. In fact, he vaguely recalled inviting her over – back when he’d first picked up the cupcake, an hour or two ago. It felt like a lifetime ago now, looking at what he’d become, but in that moment he’d wanted to see her after the transformation. To let her see how he looked.

To let her see… Oh no… “I-I can explain!” he began, wishing his voice wasn’t so high, so cutesy. How was David supposed to convince her of his identity when he didn’t even sound the same?

Jenny chuckled, though, a mirthful smile on her lips. “Go on, then. Explain.”

“That’s… I… There was this cupcake, and it was supposed to… I mean, it was supposed to be magical and I guess it kinda was, but there was… I…”

“Wait, magic? Are you talking like… some sorta pot cupcake?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.

“N-no, it was… I mean, it was supposed to… supposed to change how I look, so…”

“Change how you look?” Jenny asked, frowning now. “Babe, is this about your self-image again? Because I’ve told you again and again, that I don’t care how you look… It’s you I love, Cupcake.”

“C-cupcake?” he squeaked out, staring up at  his girlfriend. His tall girlfriend, he suddenly realized. Not that he’d ever really noticed or cared before – five foot nine had still been pretty small, compared to him. Now, though? With him barely hitting five feet? Yeah, she was tall. Tall enough to pick him up, and carry him in her arm, just the way she always… did…?

No, that wasn’t right. How could she have picked him up in her arms? He’d been taller than her, before today! And a man! He wasn’t the sort to be princess carried! And he certainly wasn’t the sort to giggle in some girl’s arms, as she lowered him onto the bed and tug off his shirt and placed a kiss between her – 

“N-no!” he cried out, shaking his head furiously to clear the image. “S-something’s wrong! You… How do you even recognize me like this?” David demanded.

Jenny just tilted her head again, though. “What do you mean? You look the way you always look – like my delicious little Cupcake.”

“D-delicious?” he squeaked out, hardly able to believe his ears. “B-but look at me! I-I’m all pudgy, and thick, and my stomach is all… and my bottom… and-and I have boobs!”

“Yes?” Jenny replied, looking confused. “I know? They’re kinda one of my favorite things about you… physically, anyway. Mentally, you know I’m here for the whole package.”

“That’s… I… You like girls?”

“I’d certainly hope so, considering the fact that I’ve been dating one for two years,” she teased. “Is this about the fact that you caught me eyeing a guy last night? Because you know me being bi doesn’t make me any less gay for you, right?”

“That’s… I…” Jenny was bi? How had he not known that? Or… had he known that? It certainly felt like he knew – like he’d always known, even – but she’d never said anything. 

Not that she’d needed to, what with how David had caught her staring at guys and girls alike, getting all jealous and insecure every time. And every time, Jenny would scoop her ‘Cupcake’ up in her arms and tell her she… She….

“No…” David whispered, shaking his head. “This is wrong. I’m… I’m not supposed to look like this! I’m supposed to be big and buff, and… and a…” A man. That’s what he wanted to say, but for some reason he couldn’t force the words past my lips. They just felt so wrong.

“Big?” Jenny asked. “Buff I can get behind, but big? You?” She shook her head, a smirk on her lips as she bent down to ruffle David’s hair. “Sorry, cutie, but that’s not happening no matter how much you work out. Not that working out’s ever done anything for your muscle, either…”

“What…?” David whispered, but…  No. That was right, wasn’t it? He could remember it – the long hours of working out, trying desperately to stick to diet plans and exercise despite how miserable it had made him… Jenny was the one who’d talked him out of it. Who’d said that so long as Dana stayed healthy, that was enough for her. That she didn’t care if Dana had a little pudge, or liked her junk food a little too much. As long as she was healthy and happy.

“No…” Dana – David? David – whispered. “That’s… I can’t… I’m not supposed to look like this… You’re… you’re not supposed to be attracted to this!” She was supposed to want David – big, strong, and buff David, who could take on any challenge. Not little Dana, who’d cry at the thought of hurting a fly, and who needed to look away when her big strong girlfriend squashed an ant or carried a spider outside.

“I’m not?” Jenny asked. Her tone was teasing, but the look in her eyes was serious. Serious enough that David’s next words caught in his throat. “That’s funny. I thought I was allowed to be attracted to whoever I wanted to be.”

“That’s… I mean…” David hesitated, biting his lip, unsure what to say.

The look in Jenny’s eyes softened, for a moment, a gentle look returning to her eyes, before shifting into something else. Something hungry that sent warmth flushing through David’s cheeks, and pooling in his nether regions. If he’d still had a dick, it likely would have been erect. Instead, he felt only a confusing warmth, and need, and emptiness that he didn’t quite know how to describe.

“I think,” Jenny said, “that someone needs to be reminded just how hot she is.”

“That’s…” David began, only to hesitate, looking down at himself. At herself. Her breasts, huge and firm. Her thighs, thick and warm. Her hips, so wide. Her ass so big… “Are you… really attracted to this?”

Jenny didn’t respond with words but with action. Bending down, she ran her hands through David’s hair, grabbed the back of her skull, and brought her forward for a kiss. Her soft lips met David’s even softer set, her tongue pushing for entrance. David didn’t deny her – couldn’t deny her, even if she wanted to, and she wasn’t sure she did. She opened up her mouth for Jenny, her girlfriend’s tongue sliding over hers. Unlike in past kisses, she didn’t vie for control. She simply accepted Jenny’s control, allowing her to lead the way, to extend the kiss until she was out of breath and dizzy and felt like she would fall but still didn’t want to let go – not until Jenny at last parted, a smirk on her lips.

“Feeling better?” she asked.

“Y-yeah…” David – Dana? – replied, blushing. Squirming, even – the heat between her thighs had not abated, instead growing into an inferno. One that had her rubbing her thighs together as something warm and wet dripped down from her sex, and she realized with a start that other than her shirt – which had resized itself at some point – she wasn’t wearing any clothing.

“I… Um… I…” she began, blushing. “About my clothes… I… should maybe…”

“Take the rest of them off?” Jenny suggested, her smirk only growing as Dana squirmed, pinned in place by her heated gaze.

“That’s…” Dana hesitated, plucking at her shirt. It didn’t feel as rough as it had before. It had changed color, at some point, too, on top of resizing – from a white tanktop to a pink chemise. She wasn’t even sure how she knew what it was called – except she remembered buying it, remembered showing it off for Jenny and teasingly telling her what it was called when Jenny referred to it as a simple undershirt.

Her past life wasn’t gone – she still remembered being a man, wanting to be buff, wanting to be strong – but it felt distant to her. Like a not-so-cherished dream, in the back of her mind, less real than the memories of womanhood she now had access to. She was sure she’d been a man, recently – or at least she’d looked like one – but… there was no draw to that form. No desire to return to her muscles, and her misery. No desire for workouts that almost broke her, pushing forward just to match the imagined expectations of a girlfriend who loved her exactly as she was.

“You really want me to take my clothes off?” Dana asked, looking up at Jenny with wide eyes. “You’re… really sure you’ll like what you see?”

“Do I need to show you?” Jenny asked, a teasing growl in her lips. “Maybe I should take it off for myself?”

“That’s…” Dana blushed, trying not to squirm even more under her girlfriend’s hungry gaze. “I mean, I can, if… if…”

“Too late!” Jenny interrupted, reaching out to grab ahold of Dana’s top, and forcing Dana to bite back a moan as the now silky fabric of her chemise rubbed against her nipples on its way up and over her head. “Sorry, but I don’t think I could have resisted a moment longer.”

The playful tone in her voice made Dana smile – but the hunger still present in her girlfriend’s eyes made her swallow, unconsciously backing up a step before she could stop herself. Jenny was just so… big. So tall. So strong, and buff, with well defined muscles that Dana loved tracing with her fingers and eyes alike, and big strong arms. Arms that were now moving towards her, wrapping around her, picking her up and cradling her even as her girlfriend smirked down at her.

“Cute as it was to find you waiting for me in the kitchen, I think I’d rather keep our fun contained to the bedroom, if you don’t mind.”

“I… I don’t,” Dana muttered, looking to the side, not quite able to meet Jenny’s eyes. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire, and if she met Jenny’s hungry gaze again she was sure that she’d outright melt this time. Still, she managed to squeak out the words, “I don’t mind.”

“Good,” Jenny replied, with the smug smirk of a girl who knows she’s won – though Dana wouldn’t quite say that she’d lost. Not when Jenny’s lips were approaching her again, kissing her, claiming her, taking her breath away and refusing to give it back until it almost felt too late. 

“Good girl,” Jenny said, that smirk still on her lips, and Dana felt herself melting into Jenny’s arms – except she wasn’t in those arms for long. No, she was in the bedroom, being lowered gently down to the mattress by her loving, dominating girlfriend.

Dana expected Jenny to follow her, to climb onto the bed atop of her, but she didn’t. Instead she just stood there, at the edge of the bed, regarding Dana with a look of wonder.

“Wh-what’s wrong?” Dana asked, blushing slightly beneath the intensity of Jenny’s gaze. “Is there something on my face?”

“No,” Jenny replied, shaking her head. “It’s just… I can’t get over how you look tonight. How cute you are. I know we’ve done this hundreds of times by now, but… somehow, it feels almost like I’m seeing you like this for the very first time.”

Dana’s blush deepened, as she bit her lip, wondering whether to bring up the cupcake and the magic. Whether to tell her girlfriend that she, too, felt scared and uncertain about this new territory – despite remembering those ‘hundreds of times’ oh so clearly, now. They’d gone at it a little less often than when he’d been a man, but each session had been longer, deeper, emotionally charged and tender, rather than quick brutal fights for dominance in bed and release.

“I… Um…” Dana began, only to stop, realizing she had no idea how to begin. Would Jenny even believe her? But… “Do you believe in magic?”

“Magic?” Jenny asked, frowning down at Dana. “Wait. Is this about that pot cupcake from earlier?”

“I told you it didn’t have pot on it!” Dana cried, grabbing a fluffy pink pillow from the top of her bed – which had most definitely never been there before – and throwing it at Jenny.

The stronger girl could have easily batted the pillow aside, but instead she let it hit her in the face and fall down with a thwump, a grin on her lips all the while. “Cute.”

“You…” Dana looked away, unwilling to look Jenny in the eye, lest she lose what was left of her will and composure. “I… I wasn’t a girl when the day started. Until I ate that cupcake.”

“You weren’t a girl?” Jenny asked, arching an eyebrow. “You’re one of the girliest girls I’ve ever met! I mean, just look at your room.”

It was true. Dana was surrounded by girly things – pink walls, fluffy pink pillows, a pink blanket and bedsheet, and even a few unicorn dolls standing on the shelves by her manga. Even worse, she felt no urge to change it. She loved it just the way it was. Even though she was sure her old self would never have allowed himself to feel that way…

“I wasn’t always,” Dana whispered, unable to explain. “I was… I was…”

“You can’t even say it,” Jenny replied, frowning at her. “Look, I don’t know if this is some sort of game, or what, but… it seems to me that you’re a girl in every way that counts.”

“Because I have a… a pussy?” Dana asked, fighting not to wince as she acknowledged what laid between her legs. It was… easier than she’d expected. In a way she was used to it already, after all.

“Because you want to be one,” Jenny replied. “You… Do wanna be one, right? Because I’ll totally support you if you secretly don’t, but-”

“No!” Dana interrupted, shaking her head. “I… I don’t… I mean, I want… to be this way. To look this way. It’s just… I don’t think the past me would have accepted it…”

“Well, screw the past you then,” Jenny replied. “Or better yet, spread your legs and let me screw you.”

“Wh-what?” Dana squeaked out, unthinkingly putting one arm over her chest and the other above her groin. “How can you be thinking about… I mean, I just told you I used to be a, a…”

“I don’t care if you’re trans, Dana,” Jenny replied. “Though I think it’s more likely you had a weird weed dream about being trans, and it’s just getting to you. Speaking of, you probably shouldn’t be buying any more ‘magical’ cupcakes – or at least wait until I’m around to supervise you.”

“That’s not… I’m not…” Dana trailed off, before letting out a sigh. “I still don’t get what any of that has to do with you fucking me.”

“Well, you always did say I make you feel like a dainty little princess in bed,” Jenny replied, that smirk climbing back onto her lips. “So I thought maybe I’d remind you exactly how that feels.”

“That’s… weirdly sweet…” Dana muttered, a pink blush returning to her cheeks even as she turned her eyes away from Jenny.

“Besides, you know how seeing you like this always revs my engine,” Jenny teased, eyeing Dana’s bust appreciatively. “So small and cute…”

“I’m not… I mean, I guess I’m… sorta cute…” Dana whispered, her blush only deepening as she finally let that admission slip out.

“Very cute,” Jenny affirmed, taking Dana’s hand in hers and lifting it up to her mouth to place a gentle kiss upon the back of it. “So extremely cute, my little Princess.” 

“Princess now?” Dana muttered, sure even the tips of her ears must have flushed red by this point. “What happened to Cupcake?”

“I thought you might not want me to bring those up for now,” Jenny replied, taking Dana’s grip in her hand. The hold was soft, but firm, and Dana knew from instinct and memory alike that she had no chance of pulling free from it. Just as she knew that Jenny wouldn’t take advantage of that fact.

“Do you remember the safe word, Princess?” Jenny teased, reaching across Dana’s form to grab her other arm, and pin both above her head.

“Pumpkin.” The answer came out before she even had a chance to think. A practiced response, done hundreds of times before – and nevermind that they’d never needed a safeword when he’d been big and strong. Now she was dainty, and delicate, and her big strong girlfriend had the power to break her. 

Not that she ever would. If anything, she made Dana feel safe in her arms. Safe in a way that all his muscles never could.

“Well then, little Princeses… how would you feel about a visitor to your tower bedroom?”

“You…” Dana sighed, smiling a little despite herself. Wanting this a little despite herself. 

“Fine,” she whispered in the end, still not able to meet Jenny’s eyes. “Come and… make me feel like…”

“Like?” Jenny teased, and Dana just knew that smirk was growing bigger, for all that she was turned away from it.

“Like a princess,” she whispered, anyways, squirming and squeezing her thighs together as that warmth in her center that she was rapidly becoming familiar with spiked.

“My Princess,” Jenny replied, only causing Dana’s heart to beat faster as her big, strong girlfriend looked down upon her, her shoulder length blonde hair tickling against Dana’s skin as she lowered her head down to plant a kiss upon one of Dana’s sizable tits.

“Mmmm!” Dana bit her lip to try and keep from moaning aloud, for what little good it did her. Noises still squeaked out, wanting and needy and oh so pleased by the feel of a wet mouth about her peak. A tongue teasing against the tip of her nipple made her feel as if lightning was coursing through her entire being, and the slightest nibble of teeth caused Dana’s back to arch as she unconsciously tried to press against that wonderful orifice.

Jenny laughed, parting, smiling down at Dana, which only made her want to squirm more as that heat pooling between her legs continued to rise and rise.

“Someone’s eager tonight. Maybe she’s been yearning for the royal treatment?” 

“Shut up,” Dana replied, before wincing at the petulance in her own tone. “I just…”

“Want to feel like a princess?” Jenny asked, softly. “Feel like a woman?”

“…Is that… Weird?” Dana asked.

“A little,” Jenny replied, shrugging. “If only because we’ve done this so many times. But… if it’s what my princess wishes, I’m happy to oblige.”

Dana felt Jenny shifting her grip, no longer holding an arm in each hand but rather holding both her wrists in one. The free hand then came downward, Jenny taking time to gently brush through Dana’s hair before finally placing her hand upon the girl’s breast and squeezing.

“Ah!” Dana cried out, unable to help herself as her lover’s hand tightened around her teat. Then the grip softened, and the woman’s mouth again came down, the warmth of her mouth swallowing up the tip of Dana’s tit.

“I… I’m going to…” Cum. Just from this? Just from having her breast played with? “I…” She didn’t want to. Not yet. She didn’t want it to be over. But then Jenny squeezed again, and her tongue darted out, and Dana’s whole body shuddered as her thighs squeezed together and lightning assaulted her every nerve – not with pain, but with pleasure such as she had never known before… or had long known before?

Dana’s memories of womanhood were becoming even clearer, she realized – or perhaps it was her memories of manhood that were fading? She wasn’t sure she cared. Not when Jenny wasn’t finished. 

Her hands moved down from Dana’s teat, sliding down her stomach and gripping her hip. Her mouth stayed where it was, though, sucking on Dana’s peak, licking at her nipple and making her squirm as she tried not to scream. She didn’t even notice when Jenny released her hands at last – not until she felt that second hand on her hip. Not until Jenny’s mouth lifted off her nipple, and that smirk returned to her face.

She realized what was coming a moment before it happened. Like a spark before the flame, a premonition of what was to come, she saw Jenny’s hands trailing their way down her thick thighs before grabbing her legs and prying them apart. She knew exactly why Jenny’s head had moved away from her tit. Why she was now trailing kisses down Dana’s stomach, coming ever closer to her goal.

She didn’t stop it. She could have. The word ‘pumpkin’ was right at the tip of her tongue, waiting to be unleashed, waiting to insist that Jenny stop and let her think. Let her come to terms with the fact that she had a pussy that was about to be licked…

She didn’t say a word. Not a single thing. Not even when Jenny came to a pause, right above her mound, and looked her dead in the eyes. All she could manage was the tiniest nod of her head.

That was all Jenny needed to go to work. Her fingers squeezed against Jenny’s thighs, as her tongue moved forward to taste her folds. A wave of heat went through her body as the slick muscle made contact with her lower lips, somehow mixing with the lightning that was still running through her veins and creating some pleasurable combo she didn’t have the brain space to name. The tongue moved across the surface of her labia, long and slow, firm but gentle. Then another lick, this one pushing for entrance, sliding just a little bit deeper. Another followed, and another, and with each lick came a wave of heat, each coming stronger and stronger until it felt like Dana would simply melt.

“A-aaah-aaaah!” She cried out, unable to contain herself as that tongue probed and touched her, the heat washing through her as her spine arched and her body shuddered and she came yet again from these simple ministrations.

Then again, it was always like that, wasn’t it? Jenny always knew just how to turn her on. Just what buttons to press to make her cum – and also how to slow it down. She could remember nights where Jenny was feeling particularly wicked in bed, edging her for what felt like hours before finally unleashing mind-numbing pleasure upon her.

The memories of womanhood were becoming even clearer, Dana realized, while her memories of her masculinity were slipping through the cracks. It was the orgasms, she figured – it had to be. Those mind shattering orgasms were distorting her version of the past, and forcing her to let go of that slippery state of being she now only half-remembered. She was sure she hadn’t been a girl that morning, and yet the idea of being a man felt almost… not laughable. No. Sad.

It occurred to her, suddenly, that she was going to lose her chance to go back to masculinity. That she was going to lose all hope of returning to her former form – and maybe even the memory that she’d ever been anyone but Dana, to begin with. Already she struggled to remember details of her past life. Even her past name was fuzzy, and hard to grasp.

Yet Jenny wasn’t finished. She was only waiting until the shudders passed, before again turning her attention to Dana’s groin. This time, though, it was Jenny’s fingers that probed the entrance, pushing their way between the warm slick walls of her sex. It was her thumb that brushed against Dana’s clit, teasing it from its hood with gentle touches. Her mouth, meanwhile, was set into a grin, her eyes locked on Dana – on the expression of bliss spreading across her face.

Dana knew that she should fight it – or at least felt as if maybe she should? It was her past life she was letting go of, after all. A life she couldn’t even remember well enough to know whether she was still the same person… Would the person she’d been accept who she was now? Or maybe who she was now was who she’d always been, deep down.

Dana hoped so. Because who she was, was about to disappear. Who she was already burning up in the heat spreading through her being, purged by the flames of pure raw need that were wracking her insides even as Jenny expertly played with her, pushing deeper within her sex. One finger, then two, sliding against her walls and then curving just right.

The heat building up within her couldn’t be contained much longer. The lust, the desire, the need. 

It wasn’t too late, though. She could still stop it. Still say the word, and make Jenny withdraw, leaving her with an aching need… but also her male memories.

For how long, though, she wondered? For how long would she cling onto a name she could hardly remember? A form she knew she didn’t want? She didn’t know if she was the same person she’d been – couldn’t know, with her memories shifting – but at the same time she did know that she didn’t want to give up who she was now, just to become the sad man she had been.

So, with an internal apology, and a whimper of pure delight, she gave in. She let herself crest over that edge and fall into the oblivion below, let the fires wipe her mind clean of all that had been, and all that now wasn’t. Let her body clench around Jenny’s fingers, tight enough that even the body builder almost winced, before letting out a faint grin.

Then Jenny kissed her on the clit. Then Jenny kissed her on the lips – the taste of herself still there, salty and tangy and right.

Dana still remembered a little, to her surprise. She knew that she’d once been different. That something had happened with that cupcake – something other than drugs. Though she couldn’t remember exactly what…

She didn’t care, either. The old lady she’d bought the thing from had made it clear she’d never see her again, and even if she did it wasn’t like she’d be begging for a reversal.

No. She didn’t need any more cupcakes from mysterious bakeries, any more than she needed her girlfriend’s weights or her memories of whatever had come before.

What mattered was that she was happy. Happier than she had ever been.

“Thank you,” she whispered, staring into her lover’s eyes.

“For what?” Jenny asked, tilting her head to the side.

“For accepting me,” Dana replied. “For loving me… as I am.”

“Always, my Princess,” Jenny replied, again taking Dana’s hand.

Dana shook her head, though. “Not Princess… Cupcake.”

“ …You sure?” Jenny asked. “You seemed pretty upset with it earlier.”

“I’m sure,” Dana replied, a smile on her lips.

“My Cupcake, then,” Jenny replied, placing a kiss not upon Dana’s hand but rather upon her lips.

Dana smiled into the kiss, snuggling closer to her girlfriend and wrapping her arms around the woman’s muscular form. Jenny didn’t even hesitate to return the favor, wrapping firm arms around Dana’s body and pulling her close. The muscles were a bit hard, but that was fine – Dana was soft enough for the both of them.

She was Jenny’s Cupcake, after all – a sweet treat Jenny could enjoy any day of the week.