Sorry for the delay, this chapter ended up long (4000 words!) due to my decision to "flesh it out". Hope it's worth the wait.
From Pushy to Big Tushy Ch 4
Rosalyn (Rosie for Jake)
3 months after the change
It's a good thing Rachel isn't here to see this, I thought, as I gave Jake what must have been the sloppiest blowjob of all time. Although, it was theoretically possible, if unlikely, that she could see it someday since I was letting Jake record us.
Of course, he'd promised me he'd never show it to anyone, and I'd reluctantly agreed to let him record it.
Saliva trails hung from my face, the product of Jake requesting I try making it super sloppy and my ever-increasing skill in blowjobs making it a reality.
The thought of anyone ever seeing me like this was mortifying. . . or it at least it should be. I felt a weird feeling in my tummy, and my lower lips started to feel even wetter than they already were.
Jake surprised me by suddenly pulling his dick out of my mouth. He almost always wanted me to swallow his cum, and I could tell he'd been pretty close. He started to stroke himself, and grabbed a handful of my red hair to angle my face upwards while pulling me close. He'd long since gotten past any reticence in dominating me during blowjobs.
"Stick out your tongue, Rosie." He ordered, and I complied without thinking.
Oh god. He's going to come on my face! I thought only moments before the first pungent rope shot out and laid itself across my closed right eye and into my red hair.
Jake carefully spread the remaining eruptions across my cheek, extended tongue and forehead. He used his hand in my hair to angle my face to the camera, showing off what he'd done.
Jake's cum was hot on my skin, but only for a moment, then rapidly started to cool.
He let go of me, then turned off the phone.
"That was amazing, baby! You're the best girlfriend ever."
One eye sealed closed by my boyfriend's cum, I still managed to give him a smile and thumbs up. At least he appreciated it, I guess.
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This relationship is definitely not equal, I thought, a few hours later after Jake went out with his buddies to watch a game.
It felt like everything was starting to get away from me. At this rate Rachel was never going to turn me back.
I'd washed my face thoroughly, but the unexpected facial from earlier still made my cheeks burn from humiliation. It almost felt like I'd been branded; which was fitting since Jake increasingly acted like he owned me now.
He hadn't even asked permission to cum on my face, or given me a heads up.
How was I going to argue to Rachel in three months that he respects me, when he does things like that?
Why had I let him record it?
I actually knew the answer to that one; he'd been hinting more and more that he wanted to fuck me, and I was searching for ways to keep him excited without resorting to that ultimate surrender.
I was already drowning in this relationship, and I clung to this last bastion of control I had.
I had to keep him on the hook for quite a while yet, before I could present my case to Rachel. But in the meantime, Jake's greater experience over me seemed to result in everything going his way.
Why am I now doing all of his laundry? He asked me to do it once, because he was busy at work, and then he seemed to just expect me to keep doing it.
On our one month anniversary, he'd bought me a new set of kitchen cookware, then suggested I should start learning to cook so we didn't have to order out food everyday. He knew I'd been self conscious about how much money he spent on me, so wouldn't this be a great way to contribute and learn new skills? It made too much sense. I'd already gotten decent at a few dishes.
Then there was the tidying around the apartment. . .
I was slipping into a new role I hadn't anticipated.
Am I his girlfriend or his bangmaid? I wondered. Both, maybe, even though we technically hadn't 'banged'?
I needed to find some kind of leverage to turn this whole thing around.
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Jake's social media presence was pretty much what I expected. I sat in front of his computer, reading through some of his posts in his logged in accounts. He didn't have a password on his computer, and didn't even seem to care about deleting his search history.
'Curvy redhead teen porn' was in his search history, which was almost flattering, until I noticed the history also included 'Curvy redhead anal porn' and '*pregnant porn'.
I shivered and clicked away quickly, not wanting to process that just now.
I searched through some of his posts on Geddit, the news aggregation and discussion site, not really sure what I was looking for but hoping I could find something to steer this relationship in a more equal direction.
"The women's lib movement over the last several decades has done nothing but hurt women" one post started. Not promising. "All a woman has to do is look at her body to know that she wasn't designed to do everything a man is." Ugh, bullshit even more misogynistic than I'd feared. Could I blackmail him with this or something? I kept reading.
"Women have wide hips and curves to carry and deliver children, something a man can't do. They also have breasts to nourish the baby. As a result, they are softer and weaker, unsuited to physical labor. If women are supposed to be equals to men, why are they soft and weak? The differences are written in biology. as a complement to nurturing women, men are designed to fill the other the remaining niches, that of the provider and protector."
Despite myself, I rolled the computer chair over in front of the full length mirror on the other side to look at myself. The sight of my ludicrously generous thighs and hips resonated uncomfortably with what his post claimed. I was pear-shaped - in a good way, for a woman. 'Real baby-makers', the phrase surfaced in my memory, looking at them.
I looked at my arms, soft and devoid of any muscle.
I wasn't suited for physical labor, that's for sure, though I could carry a tray of beers like a pro at this point.
I went back to the PC to read more of Jake's bullshit.
"And it's not just the physical. It's written in the IQ of the genders. Women hover around the average, a bit below or a bit above. Just smart enough to do their roles and teach their children. Men on the other hand, have a really wide distribution. Plenty of morons, to fill the physical needs of society. The laborers. But also, men make up most of those well above average to geniuses, to push society forward. Yet our society insists we push DEI initiatives to force women over men in positions of leadership, even though the men are more capable. It's poison to society's progress!"
I blinked at this. Women weren't stupider than men, this was schlop. I'd always been above average, and I'm a woman. I'd prove it.
I saw another post of Jake's where he posted the image of his IQ result, from some Mensa site. He'd gotten a score of 130, well above average but not super genius or anything based on what it said. I decided to take the same one.
I took my time, and was confused at how difficult some of them were. Had Jake really gotten most of these right?
I probably should have been shocked at the final result, but I was.
- 88?!.
What the hell? Isn't 100 average? Am I a moron now?
No, Jake had said that women "hover around the average" so probably not.
I looked at the graph, trying to tell if it meant I was stupid, or just a little below average. I was in the gray part, that means basically average, right?
Phew, I'm just average and not a total idiot. Probably.
But hadn't I been above average as a man, like Jake? I'd been an accountant, and I thought they were usually pretty smart. Not just average, like me.
Had I become dumber just by changing my gender?
Was Jake right about women in general?
If so, I was unsuited to physical labor or white collar jobs, not that I could find many opportunities with my tattoos and lack of college education anyways.
What did that leave for me? I looked down at my hips again, then looked away.
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I continued to comb through Jake's online presence and his messages. Deep down I felt I probably wasn't being a good girlfriend doing this, but I couldn't help myself.
"Women and men are not supposed to be equal, they are supposed to be balanced! The different abilities of the gender should be embraced, and everyone should apply themselves based on their roles and strengths." Said a post that he had liked and responded "Agree!"
Hmm. That made a twisted sort of sense.
I opened up his Smack app, which was some kind of messenging thing. A bunch of conversations with his friends popped up, line by line.
Do I want to know what he says about me?
"Yo bro, I can't believe you pulled a chick like Rosie. When you gonna tap that fine ass?" Jake's friend Rome asked, and I frowned at him calling me Rosie too. Was it spreading?
He was a friend of both of us before I'd changed, a tall and brash black guy. Him calling me hot was weird, I got a flash of goosebumps and shifted a little anxiously. Did all his friends think I'm hot? I'd only met them a handful of times as Rosie.
"Soon, dude, soon." Jake replied with smile emoji.
I raised an eyebrow. He thought he was going to fuck me soon, did he? I had been struggling to keep him satisfied with just blowjobs lately. Could I keep it going on forever?
"What's taking you so long, you fucked your last girl on like the first date. You in love or something" Rome needled him.
"Ha!" Jake didn't actually answer the question. "It's just that Rosie is so . . . innocent. I'm her first real boyfriend, and you know how girls are when they give up their V-card to a guy. Gotta make sure it's right, you know?"
"What do you mean? Just fuck her bro."
"Dude, she's perfect, I can't mess this up. A girl like her, she's basically guaranteed to fall head over heels for me once we fuck. I can tell she's almost ready, and really horny for it, so the wait will be worth it for both of us. Besides, she's turned into the best cocksucker, man, you wouldn't believe it. I'm not suffering here."
Rome just responded with laughing emojis.
My boyfriend just casually called me a great cocksucker, and now all of his friends know I suck his dick all the time. At least I knew he wouldn't show the video, since he'd promised.
Should that have made me angry? Weirdly, it didn't.
I wasn't this stupid innocent girl he thought I was. I'd had sex as a man, even if that all seemed hazy now, and it's not like it was going to break my brain or something when we finally did it. IF we did it. If!
And he thought I was horny to give him my virginity? That was, um. . . ridiculous. I was just horny, you know, generally, and not for that. Really.
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A couple of nights later, Jake and I finished another anime on his laptop, cuddling on his bed. His interests were growing on me, I had to admit.
I was practically velcro'd to him the whole movie, his smell filling my nose pleasingly. Something had me craving the touch of our bodies together the last few days, and I found I wanted the barrier of clothing to disappear. I'd been so stupidly horny, and whenever Jake was home it was tripled.
I felt. . . anxious. No, that wasn't quite right.
Ready. Primed.
But for what?
Jake kissed me, grabbing a handful of my boob, and I moaned before pressing my body even more tightly to him. His other arm wrapped behind me above my hips and pressed me even tighter. His dick pressed against my soft hip, and I wiggled slightly to cause some friction.
Oh shit, it dawned on me. Are we about to have sex?
My body loved the idea, heating up further, and I found myself kissing him back even harder.
But then the male part of my brain finally rebelled. I forced myself to pull back, lips tingling pleasantly. I had to stop this. . . what could I do? Another blowjob! The old reliable tactic.
"Hold out your fingers," I said, desperately trying to think of a diversion. He complied, curious.
I took his much larger hand in my smaller ones, tipped with the red nails he liked me to have so much. I curled back two fingers to leave two extended, then took them eagerly into my mouth.
I fellated his thick fingers twice, then backed off.
"You want to suck my dick, Rosie?" My boyfriend asked me.
I wiped a little saliva from my bottom lip and smiled. "Yes, please, is that ok baby?" I asked. "I just love it so much. . ." I added, trying to complete the diversion with eagerness.
"Sure, go ahead." He replied, but I sensed a slight frustration in his response. He was hoping to fuck me, finally. God, even I was tempted, but I couldn't. Could I?
I had to remember that I was a man, not just Jake's fat ass submissive girlfriend.
Instead, I pulled my top down to expose my perky tits, which I knew he liked during BJs.
I smiled at him, and started sucking his dick like my virginity depended on it.
But how long could I really keep this going? And why was I so fucking horny and why did the thought of letting him plow me seem so appealing the last few days?
My lower lips were soaked, I could tell, after 2 hours of cuddling, making out and now sucking his dick.
I tried to suck out his soul, urging him to cum, to save me from what was now feeling like an inevitability. But he was resisting the finish.
Then. . .
"Rosie, baby, that's wonderful. But I think it's time for us to go the next level, don't you? You want it too, I can tell?" He looked down at me, and I took his dick from my mouth to say 'no way'. But I found I couldn't. I was frozen, my conflicted mind and horny body at odds.
In the end, my body won and I nodded slowly, eyes wide.
"You don't have to worry baby, I'll be gentle." He assured me.
I bit my lip, knowing I couldn't have stopped this forever, and knowing I didn't really want to anyways. I was horny for it.
Jake took my hands, and pulled me up to the bed. He laid me down, and slowly removed my soaked panties, which made him smirk in satisfaction.
Is this really happening? Am I going to give my virginity to Jake?
Wait - I'm not really a virgin . . . as a man anyways. . . but biologically I might still have a hymen. . .
Regardless of my true virgin status, the moment felt . . . momentous?
Before I knew it, his cock was rubbing against my moist folds and I couldn't stifle a moan. Oh god, this really is happening! I moaned internally. I should really stop him from taking my virginity. We weren't even married!
Wait - why would that matter?
I was stopped from further introspection when he lined himself up, with finality, and the head started to slow penetrate my moist and virginal outer gates.
"Hnggh", I whimpered. It was tight.
But Jake was gentle. A good boyfriend, mindful of his girlfriend's first time.
He pushed the head back and forth slowly, until my virgin pussy started to welcome him more enthusiastically, then he started to work it slightly deeper, then deeper still.
My eyes widened at the penetration, and the feeling of him working against my maidenhead made me whimper.
I felt a slightly uncomfortable tug, and winced, but then it tore away and he was fully inside. "Hnggh." I moaned again, looking up at my lover with eyes like dinner plates. Jake was fully inside me for the first time. He'd claimed my virginity, and I felt a new bond with my boyfriend coalescing in my chest.
He leaned down and kissed me, and I kissed him back.
My boyfriend started to slowly thrust, and at first it was still a little painful, but I didn't ask him to stop or slow down. I was horny for this.
Soon it started to feel good, then it started to feel amazing.
Strangely, the best part was the way he looked at me. . . my eyes were locked on his as he thrust into me, my big butt pressing rhythmically into the bed.
As I gazed into my lover's eyes, during my first time, I felt a swell of emotions I hadn't expected. Oxytocin, the love hormone, flooded my brain and I almost wept from how perfect the moment felt. My lips parted in ecstasy.
Then he started to really thrust.
"Oh god, make love to me Jake!" I panted, eyes rolling back. It felt so good, and I felt the bond between us becoming stronger and stronger.
No matter what happened after this, Jake would always be the man I had let my pop my cherry. This was special, I could feel it in my bones. You would never just throw a connection like this away.
I wondered briefly if I should be doing something more, not knowing what to do with my arms and choosing to just wrap them below my tits as I was fucked. Jake seemed perfectly happy to just hold me in place right there, his cock working my folds as a I moaned and gazed rapturously into his eyes. I knew it was a humiliating surrender, but I couldn't stop my puppy dog looks at him.
Then my much more experienced lover used another trick, licking his thumb and then applying to my clit as he thrust. "Ahhhmmmmm. . ." I moaned, my eyes somehow going even wider.
He was so good at this! I thought, grateful my first time was with someone who knew what they were doing.
The tenderness and novelty of the moment combined together, and I was overwhelmed.
"Hnnng, hnnng, hnnng." I squealed just before cumming, my sounds seeming to somehow make his iron-hard cock even bigger and harder, and then he was grunting too. I felt a warmth fill me, and my sloppy nethers suddenly become almost overly lubricated.
Had he just. . .
Jake collasped on top of me, our sweat combining as our skin melded. I panted, endorphins rushing through me. I hugged him, almost crying, feeling the special moment. I'd given myself to my boyfriend. My wonderful boyfriend.
He pulled out, and went to get a towel for us. I took it, and found that he had indeed come inside me. Without asking. I didn't find any anger at the presumption.
"Whelp, it's a good thing I'm on the pill." I said sheepishly, pointing at my creampied pussy, tinged slightly red from my maidenhood. I wasn't really sure what else to say now.
"Oh, you're on the pill?" The man who had just filled me full of cum asked, apparently unaware of the fact.
I just looked at him, mouth agape.
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Now that the dam had broken, over the next several days I quickly found that Jake was absolutely obsessed with my big pillowy ass.
The tenderness and sappy eye contact from our first time was not often repeated, as I found myself mostly either being plowed from behind or riding him reverse cowgirl, but I didn't mind. I came as much he did.
The dangerous part of it all is that by the time I'd officially been Jake's girlfriend for about two months, I found it distressingly easy to let him make all the decisions. When he suggested I start having my paychecks deposited in his account, and he'd cover all the expenses and give me an allowance ('for makeup and other girl shit') it was easier just to say yes than try to argue I was a grown adult who could pay her own bills. In my flightiness and the haze of the sex fog my home life had become, I had missed a couple of payments on my cell phone and the internet. It just made sense to let him do it now, especially once he explained all the 'pros' me.
I'd lost my backbone entirely, but I didn't seem to miss it.
None of my misgivings made it into any of my socials, of course. Every date was an opportunity to brag, and I couldn't stop bragging about my "perfect boyfriend". I even went so far as to tag Rachel in some posts. She just commented with a wink emoji.
Would this be enough for her to change me back? He was a great boyfriend, right?
He totally respects me, I assured myself. Why wouldn't he?
It may not exactly be "equal" between us, but it was balanced. Or at least I comforted myself with the concept, not that I had any thoughts of leaving while the sex was this good. It felt like I'd been claimed, through and through, and I knew there wasn't any way I was walking away before I saw Rachel again.
I had a little over two more months to mold him into the perfect boyfriend, or at least to prepare my arguments to convince Rachel he was. I'd use every tool at my disposal.
To that end, I made sure I didn't stay a "pillow princess" for long. Jake gave me plenty of practice in how to work my big butt all over him, my talented hips working him in and out as my cheeks shook.
I'd make him respect me, even if I had to fuck him into submission.