Number 15

"Yeah, fucking take it, whore." He grunted, grabbing me by the hair and using it as leverage as I rode his cock.

Oh god, oh god, what on earth was happening to me? I thought to myself, my mind overcome by a haze of lust. I could barely even think straight anymore. And with every thrust of his hips, pushing his cock ever deeper inside my cunt, I could only scream with delight.

"Damn, you're a natural! Yeah, you want this!" He snarled, wrapping his hands around my waist now and pumping his manhood inside me with reckless abandon.

Crying out, I nearly collapsed atop him when, with one hard thrust, he impaled me deep upon his length. Oh god, oh god... what was he doing to me?

Staring up into the mirrored ceiling, I saw inside it a reflection I could barely recognise. A blonde woman, with tits to die for and a beautifully pert bubble butt, bouncing on the cock of the man beneath her as though her life depended on it.

No, no, remember who you are... I distant part of me reasserted itself then. You are Daniel Wright. You're not gay. You're not a woman. You're a fucking alpha male! Remember!

Yet, with every slam of his cock inside me however, I found myself wanting less and less to remember the man I was before...

Number 0

It all began a month ago, when business in my company had started booming. With it, came an endless list of clients I had to see and designs I had to draw up on a daily basis. I could barely keep up, and Derrick, my business partner, took it upon himself to help me de-stress.

"You have got to try the Blue Hotel, David." Derrick, said to me over one of our takeout dinners in the office. "I bring my clients there all the time, and it's a fucking marathon of sex in there. I don't think I've ever left there without my mind blown."

It was high praise, coming from a party animal like Derrick. After all, love hotels were hardly rare in a place like Tokyo, which was known for its debauchery behind closed doors.

"What's so special about it?" I asked, unconvinced.

"The girls use a special new drug called XChange that makes them horny as hell. And look, David, I can tell you're in desperate need for some time off, so why don't you leave work early for once and check it out?"

Still, I was the CEO of my own company and not too far off from handsome. Some might even call me an adonis. As a white man in Tokyo, I didn't even need to try to have sex, so the thought of paying for it turned me off completely.

With that, I pushed the Blue Hotel to the back of my mind, as nothing more than a fleeting thought.

But work continued, and I continued grinding away without time for pleasure or release. After the driest month I'd had in ages, shuttling myself from office to office and meeting to meeting, desire blossomed into need and I found myself more than ready to 'relieve' myself at the Blue Hotel.

So there I was, standing in a cold street in Shinjuku, looking around for that blue pastel door which Derrick had told me would be on this very lane. Yet, try as I might, I couldn't find it.

Casting my gaze around at the crowds, I saw Japanese and foreigners alike, about to get started on their night of revelry and drinking. All around me were sex shops, maid cafes and hostess clubs—all manner of vice and sin in the very heart of Tokyo—but no blue door.

Just as I was about to give up, I saw it. A bright pink door between a sex toy shop and oddly enough, a small information kiosk. The kind you'd meet pimps at and ask them if they had the whores you wanted. Upon the pink door was printed the words, 'Pink Hotel'. Surely this had to be it.

Pushing open the pink door, I was greeted by the rush of sweet air and perfume, and the sight of a most interesting room.

Before me was a small square chamber, flanked by stairs leading upwards into the hotel rooms. There was a counter at the end of the room, manned by nobody. Covering the floorspace here was row upon row of pastel blue vending machines. There were more than a few men standing before them and pondering their selections.

I had half a mind to ask around if I was in the right Hotel, but stopped short when I saw the logo on the machines. "Pink Hotel, Buy your XChange Xperience now!"

This was definitely it, I thought to myself, surely Derrick must've remembered the colours wrong. He always was careless in his work.

I watched one man as he fed his yen notes into the machine and press a button. After a second of whirring, the machine ejected a small key-card. So this is how the fun begins, I though to myself then, Japan never fails to impress with its technological marvels.

I stepped up to a machine. Despite the english logo, all of the buttons were written in Japanese, and therefore completely unintelligible to me. All I could understand were the prices beneath each button, along with the times beside them. "Level 1: 2000 ¥ = 2 hours..." "Level 5: 6000 ¥ = 8 hours..."

Damn, Derrick was right about this being a marathon of sex. Reaching into my pocket, I fed my notes into the machine and pressed the button which read "Level 4: 4000 ¥ = 6 hours". The machine whirred for a second before ejecting a small keycard, which read 'Room 402'.

A woman emerged at the counter then, beckoning me toward the staircase leading upward into the Pink Hotel.

-

My room was grand and opulent. A large bathroom complete with bathtub and a transparent wall to the bedroom, for voyeuristic pleasure. A sprawling bed surrounded by gadgets like a condom dispenser and lube dispenser built into the walls. A large ceiling mirror, with a good view of the action no doubt, once things got started.

Certainly, the Japanese never fail to surprise me with their dedication to sex.

The woman spoke to me at length, probably telling me how to use the appliances and all, but I could hardly understand her. The most I could decipher of what she said were the words, 'five minutes', which I presumed that meant the length of time my partner tonight would take to prepare herself.

With a nod, she headed out the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Oddly enough, I noticed there was one locked door which I couldn't open. But I gave it no further thought, once I caught a glimpse of what was on the coffee table.

A little pink pill with a note beside it which said: "Eat Me." and a glass of water.

Viagra? Normally, I'd have no need of it, but if I wanted to keep going for 6 hours...

I picked up the little pink pill and raised it up to the light. Couldn't hurt to try, I thought to myself, before downing it with a gulp of water.

Almost immediately, I could feel a strange haze come over my mind. Shrugging it off, I stumbled toward the bathroom and began to strip. I could definitely use a quick shower.

Stripping out of my clothes, I stepped into the bathtub and turned on the shower. As the hot water hit me, I felt an odd and unexplainable sensation rise up from inside me and spread across my skin, but gave it no need. Sighing, I let my worries wash away in the relaxing stream.

With the shower so loud, I never heard the sound of that locked door opening, nor the footsteps edging toward the bathroom. It was only when my room's intruder had stepped up behind me the shower that I realised I wasn't alone.

Number 1

"Damn, you're gorgeous." A deep voice in a German accent said to me.

Whirling around, I came face to face with a tall man, blond, blue-eyed, with a muscular physique, and totally naked. My eyes fell instantly toward his raging erection, which pointed straight at me.

"What the hell?" I opened my mouth to speak, but was soon silenced as he pressed his lips against mine in a hard kiss. It was all I could do to struggle as he wrapped his arms around me and caressed my body.

Surely there must be some mistake, I thought to myself. I'm straight!

And yet, I couldn't deny that this kiss felt amazing. That his hands running all over my body, groping and caressing my skin, felt incredibly sensual.

When at last our lips parted, he whirled me around before I could even utter a single word and started grinding his cock against my butt.

Enough was enough. I wanted to push him away, but that was when I caught a glimpse of us in the bathroom mirror. Even fogged up as it was, I could still see us clearly. I saw him—the German—standing behind a knock-out woman, with long blonde hair, a killer ass and incredible breasts.

With a gasp, I realised that woman was me!

"No, no this is some mistake..." I start to say, but he silenced me with another kiss.

His hands started groping at my full breasts, giving them not-so-gentle squeezes. And yet, for all his roughness, all I could do was whimper as a thrill raced through me. As unconsciously, I began to realise I'd started thrusting my hips back against him, grinding my bottom against his erection.

"Mmm, don't worry, babe. I'll give you what you need." He whispered into my ear.

That was when I felt it, his cock rubbing against my newly grown cunt. God, the sensation was overwhelming, I'd have collapsed if not for his arms around me.

"Yeah, that's right... You want my cock, don't you?" He said.

Looking down at his erection, I couldn't help but feel in awe at how big it was. The thing was enormous, eight inches at the least, throbbing and engorged, and already sleeved in a tight pink condom.

The sight of it awakened something in me, a carnal lust and a primal hunger. It was something I'd never felt before; the need to be filled.

With a whimper, I realised he was right. "Please, please..."

"Please what, baby?" He said, still teasing me mercilessly and making me weak in the knees with the mere touch of his cock.

"Oh god... I'm so sensitive... Ah! I'm not.... Please... Ah!" I began to moan as his fingers began to probe at my virgin entrance. I could feel my willpower and my identity, the man I once was, being slowly eroded away. Replaced by a whimpering and helpless whore.

I gasped as his fingers slipped inside me, teasing my warm entrance and sending me to highs I'd never experienced before.

The last straw came when he started scissoring his fingers inside me, the sheer pleasure and sensation of it all sending me over the edge.

With a moan, I silenced the man inside me and gave voice to the woman. "Please, fuck me!"

"That's it... All I wanted to hear." He said, as he withdrew his fingers. My eyes widened as he brought those fingers to his enormous erection, coating it in my juices.

When he started pressing it against my cunt, however, I realised that was all the lubrication he was using.

"Nugh, sto—Ah!" I pressed my palm against his hard and muscled chest in protest, but all resistance burnt away as the engorged head of his cock penetrated my pussy.

I could only moan and writhe and whimper as he pushed more and more of his length inside me. Inch by inch, I saw it disappear into my cunt, stretching out my virgin entrance and overwhelming me with pain I'd never experienced before.

"Please, ah! I can't..." I whimpered, as he spread my legs with his hands and pushed ever deeper inside me. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, being stretched out and impaled on another man's cock.

"Shush..." He whispered into my ear, even as the hot shower stream continued to fall on our writhing bodies. "I'm nearly there..."

I didn't understand what there was until I looked down to see him nearly buried to the hilt inside me. Already, I could feel him bottoming out inside me, hitting the limits of my cunt.

"I'm surprised you never used your safeword." He said, with a smirk on his face.

Safeword? Was it something that woman said before she left me here?

I thought he'd stop there, but he was relentless, pushing ever deeper and pressing me against the shower wall as he finally buried himself to the hilt inside me.

"There we are." He smiled. "Damn, you're so tight. Thank god I didn't pay for sloppy seconds."

By then, I was an unintelligible mess, writhing and groaning as I stood impaled on his cock. Before I even had the chance to catch my breath, he started fucking me, thrusting his cock in and out of my stretched hole.

"Ah! Ah!" I began to moan, as he overwhelmed me again and again with his manhood.

Slowly, I began to feel the pain recede, replaced by something else entirely. Every time his cock hit that magical spot inside me, I swear, I could feel fireworks go off in my head and my entire body tense up and began to tingle.

"That's right, you love it, don't you?" He said.

I could only nod, desperate now, as he fucked me relentlessly. God, the sensation... I buried my head in his chest, whimpering and gasping as he had his way with me. As he rocked me in his arms and brought me higher and higher, my moans increasing in volume with every thrust of his hips.

I could feel his thrusts slowing, and his roughness growing. I would gasp as he pulled his cock out of me, until only the engorged head of it still lay inside me. Then, when he slammed it all inside me, I would scream in delight as my mind reeled from the impact; pain, pleasure and all.

"Ah! Fuck!" He grunted.

With strong hands, he lifted me up by the hips, until I was hopelessly impaled upon him. Then, holding onto me for leverage, he started bouncing me on his cock, using me like nothing more than a hole to please him.

I wrapped my arms around him then, crying out as he plunged ever deeper inside me.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!" He grunted, before slamming me down, hard, onto his cock.

I could only yelp and whimper as I felt him shoot inside me, load after load of his white hot seed filling that condom inside me. Soon, my own orgasm overtook me and sent me reeling over the edge as I felt explosion after explosion of overwhelming sensation race through my body.

In moments, we were panting in that shower, arms wrapped tight around each other as we came down from our orgasm high.

"Fuck," He said as his cock slipped out of me, still fully erect and coated in our juices. "I can't believe you used to be a guy... But not anymore, eh?"

I blushed, hard, as I remembered who I was and who I should be. An alpha male who men and women alike thirsted after, not this woman who was utterly at the mercy of her man.

"Now I can't wait for girl number two." He said, rinsing himself off.

Stepping out of the shower, he cast one last glance back at me before stepping out through the once-locked door. "Enjoy the next guy, babe."

Looking towards the wall, I saw the timer clock read: 5:41.

Panic rose up within me. I towelled off and started dressing in my now-oversized clothes. No way was I staying here for five more hours.

Once I'd gotten dressed, I tried turning the knob on the door that I'd come in through, but to no avail. It was locked from the outside. It was with a sinking feeling that I realised the same was true for the other door. I was trapped here.

Already, I could hear footsteps from outside the hallway. Clutching my clothes to keep them on me, I thought to myself, surely I could convince whoever comes through to let me out.

Surely enough, the footsteps ended outside my door. My heart was pounding as the door started to creak open, and my heart dropped when I saw that it was a Japanese man who stood behind it.

Number 2

He was young, barely older than a teen, dressed in a simple suit that did little to hide his erection and armed with an eager smile. Before I could even utter a single word or push past him, he'd closed the door behind him and begun tearing off his clothes.

"No, no, let me out. This is all wrong." I started saying, but he remained unfazed, his expression unchanging; a mixture of raw eagerness and hunger.

Fuck, he couldn't understand a thing I was saying. Try as I might to convince him, he was soon standing before me in nothing but his briefs.

"I like American." He said, in broken English, as he stepped towards me. He was hard already as he pushed me onto the bed, despite my protests.

"Please, no, there's been a mistake." I tried to say, only to be silenced by a hand over my mouth as his other groped and fondled me with the curiosity of a teen.

Grinding himself against me, I could feel his hardness rubbing against my cunt. Already, I could feel the same lust, that same bestial hunger I'd felt before, beginning to awaken. Swallowing hard, I tried pushing him away, tried focusing on escape rather than the hands groping all around me, but to no avail.

He was too strong, and my desire had me moaning with every brush of his skin. He smiled at every moan that I made when he squeezed my tits or rubbed my nipples, chuckling at how easy it was to turn me on.

"Nugh, please..." I struggled to say, already feeling overwhelmed by desire. "I can't do this, don't... nugh!"

Shrugging off his briefs, he revealed his cock. Not as large as the last one, thank god, but sizeable enough at six inches long. Then, positioning himself before my entrance, he pulled my legs over his shoulder and began to penetrate me.

I bucked and struggled then. Fuck, it was bad enough that I'd been turned into a walking blow-up doll, but this boy wanted fuck me raw and without protection!

There was no foreplay, no preparation, before he dove right into the carnal act of taking me. I was unprepared, but still wet from my last experience. I could see his eyes close and his expression twist in lust as he felt that wetness lubricating his cock as he pushed his way inside me.

"Ah..." He moaned, clumsily groping my breasts and claiming more and more of me as his own.

With every inch of him that bore its way inside me, I could feel my resistance fading away, replaced by a newfound hunger and lust. The thought that I was being fucked by a boy who was barely a man only made it all the more submissive an act.

When at last he'd bottomed out inside me, he began to thrust and fuck me. Buried deep and to the hilt, I saw his face clench, his lips twist into an O as he let out a boyish moan. With his first thrust, I knew I was gone, my resistance broken and utterly replaced by a burning need to have him.

"Ah!" I moaned, the need bubbling up inside me. "Ah! Fuck me!"

He needed no encouragement to start, beginning to fuck and take me.

He was rough and brutal with his thrusts, relentless as he fucked me. An expert he was not, but he more than made up for it with raw eagerness. And in his hands, I was nothing more than a sex toy, a hole to be filled and fucked.

Soon, I was thrusting my hips against him, trying to get more and more of him inside me.

With newfound confidence and desire, I pressed my palms against his chest and pushed back against him. In the throes of lust, he finally let me have my way, as I pushed my way on top of him, straddling his cock.

His eyes widened in a mixture of want and surprise as I started to ride him. It was slow going at first, as I pumped myself on his teenage cock. But once I found my footing, there was no holding back.

Soon, I was riding him like there was no tomorrow, bouncing on that cock like I needed it to breathe. At the moment, it was all I could think of. I felt like I was on fire, more alive than I'd ever been, the sensation of him inside me overwhelming my senses and reducing my mind to a singular desire to be bred.

With every bounce, I could feel explosions go off in my head, pleasure race through my veins. It was as though it was changing me, this experience. With every womanly act, my masculinity became more and more a distant memory. Until all that remained of it was the smallest whisper begging for this to end, all but drowned out by the screaming thoughts for more.
"Nugh, slow, please..." I could hear him groan, as I continued to fuck him mercilessly, pinning him down by his arms and taking what I wanted from him.

I was in control now, and yet, I had zero intention of ending this. I wanted—no, needed—more.

Riding him hard and fast, I could feel his tight and lean body tense up beneath me. I knew what was coming, and I was racing headfirst towards it.

With a moan, he started to orgasm. I could feel load after load of his seed flooding my stretched out hole, and it sent me spiralling towards an euphoria I'd never felt before.

With a moan, I slammed my hips against his still spurting cock, making him gasp as I fucked myself on his erection and milked it for all it's got.

He began to yelp and scream, overwhelmed by the raw sensation of me riding his still-sensitive cock. His face was twisted up in pain and lust, as he bucked and struggled to stop me, but I couldn't stop, not until—

"Ah!" I gasped, as I felt it come over me.

My body started to spasm as the second orgasm of the night overtook me and held me in its spell. My feminine body writhed and spasmed upon his, as wave after wave of pleasure coursed over me and threatened to drown the old me beneath its weight.

When the last of it had left me, I'd collapsed atop him, panting and gasping from the sheer sensation of it all. I didn't think it was possible to top what I'd experienced before, but this orgasm was mind-blowing.

I was still reeling from the knowledge that I'd just been red when the boy pulled out of me and pushed me back onto the bed. Lying amid the sheets, I whimpered as a glob of messy cum and my own juices oozed out of my battered pussy.

He was smirking at the sight, proud of how he'd taken me. I on the other hand could barely believe how I'd given myself to him so easily, how I'd been reduced to a whore for his cum.

I couldn't understand what he said to me then, as he got dressed. But there was no need to, for anybody could read the condescending smirk on his face. A smirk which almost seemed to say: I own you.

It was all I could do to watch, broken and exhausted as he headed for the door, shooting me one last knowing smirk before he left.

Number 3

It wasn't long after that I began to hear footsteps out in the hallway again.

After a while, the door opened to reveal the next man who would conquer me: A giant brute of a white man, muscles bulging against his shorts and tank top.

"Damn, this Blue Hotel is the shit." He said, in an accent that was undoubtedly American, as he entered the room, eyes widening at the sight of me on the bed.

I could barely muster any resistance as he climbed atop me. Eyeing my bred and battered cunt, he chucked the condom wrapper in his pocket onto the floor. "Guess we won't be needing this tonight."

Then, pulling down his pants, he gave me a glimpse of his enormous erection. It was nearly twice the size of the last and way bigger than what I had as a man, that I knew.

Glancing at the clock, I saw the red numbers: 5:21. This was going to be one hell of a long night...

Numbers 22 and 23

The clock read 0:05, though I could hardly see it for my eyes had rolled to the back of my skull, while two Japanese men were spitroasting me on their cocks.

The room was in a mess now, with chairs knocked over, tables in disarray, and the suits of my two conquerors in a messy heap beside the bed. In the course of the night, I'd been fucked a dozen different ways across this room in every position imaginable.

On the table like a whore by salarymen with fantasies of fucking their secretaries, sensually on the bed by mature men with tongues that brought me to orgasm, or pressed against the chair with my feet in the air, and many more.

This time, caught between two salarymen cocks, there were no more thoughts of escape or resistance left in my mind. There was only need. Need that was still unquenched after hours of being fucked and pile-drived by more men than I thought possible in a single night. Whatever was in that pill, it was overpowering.

One of the salarymen said something to the other I couldn't understand, but after their exchange the one in my mouth pulled away and positioned himself beside his buddy.

I groaned as I felt his cock press against my arse, whimpering as it slid inside me. I could barely believe it, fuck! They're double penetrating me!

Almost immediately, they sped up their pace, eager to get all they could out of me in the time they had left. Both fucked me with reckless abandon, driving me mad as they speared both my orifices with their cocks. By now, my holes had been stretched beyond belief.

I could only yelp as they lifted me up in their arms and held me between them like a sex doll. Then, my yelps turned to moans as they took turns lifting me and bouncing me on their cocks, impaling me twice over with every pump.

Wrapping my arms around the man before me, I buried my head in his chest, helpless as they used me. They'd broken me, this I knew, for there was nothing left of the man I once was. In that moment, all trace of masculinity and defiance had been erased, replaced by the moaning whore between them.

I felt it coming seconds later, as both of them grunted in unison as they filled me with their seed. Then, panting from the experience, they leaned against each other, pressing me between their hot and masculine bodies.

I'd long ago stopped orgasming, by the tenth or fifteenth man, I could barely remember. My mind and body were so overstimulated with sensation I could no longer come, but that didn't stop me from trying to get more.

Thrusting and bucking my hips, desperate to get more of their cocks, I made them moan as I struggled to milk the last ounce of pleasure out of them both.

But it was not to be, for they soon threw me onto the bed. I was still writhing in lust, resorting to fingering my own battered cunt as they started getting dressed in their suits. Oh god... Oh god... I still need more...

Both of them cast me a look of amusement as they spoke to each other in Japanese. Looking up, I noticed that one of them was gesturing at the timer clock, which now read all zeroes. My time was up. No!

Slowly, I began to feel the change again, that same odd sensation I'd felt hours before when I first took the pill. Looking down, I saw my body shift and transform before my very eyes. My lean and feminine body grew thick with muscle, my long blonde hair receded into my scalp, and my breasts shrank away to my well-defined pecs.

The greatest of these changes however, enraptured me as it did the two men who stood over me. I watched in wonder as my cunt vanished and began to grow into the engorged cock and balls I once had.

Even after the change, I was still full of need. No longer able to finger myself, I started jerking off my cock, desperate to get off one last time.

Both men watched, eyeing me with curiosity and amusement, as I started to gasp and moan, as I felt the familiar need rise up inside me and overtake me. With a grunt, I shot load after load onto my well-muscled belly.

It was with a sinking feeling that I realised that this orgasm, my first orgasm of the night as a man, felt nothing like the others. There was no submission nor surrender to another, no writhing around another's cock, and no mind-blowing explosion of sensation.

Though my orgasm left me spent, it left me with a realisation that nothing I'd ever do as a man would ever come close to how it felt to be a woman.

I couldn't understand what the two Japanese men said to each other then, but the laugh they shared as they pointed at my cock and the mess it left all over me made the contents of their speech obvious.

With a laugh, they left, closing the door behind them. My night at the Pink Hotel was at an end.

It took me forever to muster the strength to get into the shower and ages more to get into my old clothes. After hours without them, they felt alien on my bare skin.

The door I'd come in through still wouldn't budge. The other door however, swung open easily to my touch now. Peering out into the dark and narrow hallway, I could spy men shuffling about in the shadows from room to room, in various states of nudity and arousal. With a gulp, I realised I even recognised a few of them.

Stumbling out into the hallway, I earned more than few curious glances. Looking back at my door, I realised why. There was a display above it, which read 'Room 402: JUST FINISHED', making it all but obvious what I'd been doing here.

Blushing, I pushed past the men that filled the hallway and found my way back to the downstairs lobby. Here, however, I began to realise this wasn't the place through which I'd entered.

Where the lobby of the Pink Hotel was covered in pastel blue vending machines, this one was full of neon pink ones, with every button a singular number followed by the number of yen you had to pay. With a sinking feeling, I began to realise, these were the prices for the number of XChanged men you'd get to fuck.

Making my way out onto the street, I glanced back one last time at the door, which read 'Blue Hotel'.

Epilogue

"So how did your night at the Blue Hotel go?" Derrick asked me the next morning, over coffee.

"It was memorable, I'll give you that." I answered, pausing. How could I tell him that I'd been fucked twenty-three times as a woman and enjoyed it? "I don't think I've ever felt so sore before."

"Now, what did I tell you?I guess the cat's out of the bag, huh?" Derrick guffawed. "Every 'girl' you fuck is a really a man on XChange. That's what makes them so goddamned horny. So how many 'girls' did you end up fucking?"

"23." came my instinctive reply.

"Damn, mate. You beat my record, on your very first time! You're a natural."

I could feel a twitch in my loins then, as each and every one of those twenty-three men who'd fucked and taken me came flooding back to me.

Derrick laughed. "We've gotta hit the Hotel together. Listen, a few mates and I are going down to the Blue Hotel this weekend. Whatya say, pal, wanna tag-team a few girls?"

"How could I say no to that?" I answered. Except, this time, I had no intention of entering through the blue door.