[TG] Thirsty Camper

Tier reward for Matthew Nuckles

A mysterious bug bite turns a rugged mountain man into a busty woman who craves cum.

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Sam and Liam trudged through the dense forest, their boots crunching over the dry leaves and twigs that carpeted the ground. Sam confidently led the way, heavy boots easily snapping twigs beneath them while Liam struggled not to trip. Sam, with his broad chest and rippling muscles, was a natural in the wild, his every movement exuding rugged, unrefined masculinity. On the other hand, Liam lagged behind, his thin frame barely making a dent in the dense underbrush. He glanced nervously at the towering trees and the unknown beyond them. Sam easily pulled back a thick tree branch as they passed, only to send it whipping back into Liam’s face, smacking his glasses right off his face. 

“Ow!”

“Oh, come on, man, you could have caught that.”

“I tried! Cut my hands, look!”
 He held up his hands, pinpricked by the pointy green ferns, and Sam rolled his eyes.

“God, do I have my work cut out for me?”

Liam pouted and got to his feet, making Sam cringe. No self-respecting man should make that sort of face. The whole point of this trip was to get Liam to man up, Sam had hoped a few nights in the wilderness relying on his own two hands would help, but now he worried Liam would give up before they’d even begun. He paused to toss a log onto a growing pile, his muscles flexing with the effort. 

"I suppose this spot is as good as any to pitch a tent. “ He said, unhooking the axe from his backpack. “Let’s chop some firewood. This is what being a man is all about."

He handed Liam the axe and watched as the thin man struggled to even hold the axe. 

“Couldn’t we just use the twigs and smaller branches?” Liam asked, already sweating. “There are plenty around.”

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose.

“That’s not the point, Liam. The point is to be one with the wilderness. Be a man.”

“I just don’t see the point in doing extra work.”

He put the axe down and wrung his hands together, and Sam rolled his eyes. He grabbed a log and set it up ready. 

“Just try, dude. That’s why we’re here.”

Liam took the axe in his sweaty hands, his grip uncertain. He stood over the log and raised the axe with a shaky swing. The blade bit into the wood with a muffled thunk, but the log barely splintered. He tried again, more determined this time, but his strikes only got weaker. It was painful to watch. 

"You gotta put your whole body into it, Liam! Like this." 

He flexed his muscles and took the axe from Liam, cutting the log in one mighty swing. The pieces tumbled to the ground with a satisfying thunk. Liam tried again and again, and all he managed to do was get the axe stuck in the log and fall flat on his face trying to get it out. 

“I’m just not cut out for this,” Liam sighed, “Can’t we go back down the mountain and find a nice hotel? There was one with breakfast included-”

“Listen to yourself, man. What happened to the kid I used to go to scouts with when I was a kid?”

“...He became an accountant.” 

Sam just sighed in defeat and set about setting up his tent. He’d known Liam since they were ten, but when high school came around, and Sam went to the local high school and had to toughen up, Liam went to a private academy. The kind where the sports teams were non-existent. When they’d finally reconnected after college Sam had been horrified to see just how reedy and weak Liam had become and made it his mission to teach him how to be a proper man, however, he was beginning to think camping wasn’t the best first step. 

“Ew! Gross, gross, gross!”

Sam turned to see Liam slapping at his arms, squirming around like a woman in a horror film. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“A bug crawled on me!”

Sam threw back his head and laughed. “It’s the woods, man. Bugs are gonna do that, just ignore them.”

“No way!” Liam set about coating himself in a frankly criminal amount of bug spray while Sam finished setting up camp. By the time the sun went down, he was so sick of Liam whining that he was considering actually returning to the hotel. He set up the fire and set about roasting a few sausages when a sharp pain in his left arm made him jump.

“Gah! Bloody bug.” He flicked the little insect off his arm and frowned at the spot of blood on his arm. He hated bloodsuckers.

“Oh my gosh, what caused that!”

“It’s just a pinprick, it’s nothing-”

“I bought an entomology book with me, hang on!”

“A what?”

“A book on bugs,” Liam explained, quickly flicking through the pages between glances back at the bite. “Oh no! That’s a tick bite!”

“So?” 

“So, ticks carry all sorts of things, there are some that even make you allergic to red meat!”

Sam had to admit his stomach tightened at the thought of never being able to eat a good steak again, but he quickly dismissed it. There was no way that something that radical could happen just from a little bug bite; Liam was paranoid. 

“I dunno man, there are some pretty rare tick species in the area, according to the book-”

Sam flung the book out of his hands and definitely took a bite of the beef sausage that had just finished cooking on the fire.

“No more books, no more nerd shit. Let’s just enjoy a man’s camping trip, alright, now get cooking.”

Liam made a face, watching Sam eat the sausage straight off a stick he’d broken from a nearby tree.

“I don’t think that’s sanitary.”

“Fuck me, fixing you is going to take a while.”

~

Sam groaned, rolling over and feeling his hips dig into the ground. He’d never had a problem camping on the rough ground before, but tonight it was driving him crazy. It seemed like no matter how he positioned himself, his shoulders and hips would start to ache. Sleeping on his stomach didn’t help either, it just made his chest sore. It didn't help that his stomach was rumbling; even after eating most of Liam’s share of dinner, he was starving. 

Frustrated, he sat up and unzipped the sleeping bag to rub at the tender flesh, surprised at just how flabby it felt in the dark. He didn’t skip a single day at the gym. How had he gotten so fat without realising it? No, wait, he wasn't fat at all. In fact, his stomach seemed to almost cinch inwards compared to his huge, soft chest. 

“What the hell?” 

Sam groped in the dark for his flashlight and flicked it on, temporarily dazzling himself when the light shone directly in his eyes. It took a moment for the glares to disappear, but when they did, Sam couldn’t make sense of what he was seeing.

“Wh-what the fuck!? Why do I have tits!?”

There was no denying, even in his tight-fitting thermal shirt, he could see the distinctive outline of two beautiful breasts. Round and barely contained by the fabric. It was stretched so thin he could see two prominent nipples threatening to burst through. Without thinking, he pressed his hands to his chest, almost expecting them to disappear and be replaced with his strong pecs, but they weren’t. Instead, he was immediately hit with a wave of pleasure as his palms pressed into the supple flesh and rubbed the fabric against his nipples. It was only his manly pride that kept him from moaning out loud. 

“Ugh, I feel so weird…hang on, what’s wrong with my voice?”

It was alien to his own ears. His baritone had been replaced with something much lighter, almost airy. 

“I sound like a woman, this has to be a dream.”

He wriggled out of his sleeping bag while trying to ignore how good it felt to grind his ass into the ground. It felt heavier, too, fat in the same way his new breasts were. He crawled out of the tent, feeling his new breasts sway beneath him despite the tightness of his shirt and went to stand, only to immediately fall backwards.

“Owie!”

His centre of balance was all off. With a pained groan, he rubbed as his ass and froze in shock. His butt felt all wrong, it was all bouncy and peachy, just like a woman’s. Suddenly his feminine voice was starting to make sense. Sam managed to get up and keep his footing, he didn’t have a mirror to check, but he did have his shadow. The silhouette stretched along the ground thanks to the dying light of the fire, and Sam couldn’t believe what he was seeing. An hourglass figure with wide hips, sloping shoulders, and a full head of long luscious hair. Even seeing its shape in his silhouette, he was shocked when he reached up and felt the long strands moving through his fingers. He pulled them in front of his face and gaped at the silky brown strands; that was impossible! All of this was impossible. 

“Have I…turned into a woman? How is that…wait, the tick bite!”

That had to be it! Liam had said ticks carried all sorts of weird diseases, if there was one that made you allergic to meat, maybe there was one that turned you into a woman. He would have laughed the idea off a day ago, but now, standing here in his too-tight top and stretched pants, he had no choice but to believe. He looked around frantically for that bug book, which would surely have the answer. Luckily, Liam had left his bag outside his tent, a rookie mistake Sam had meant to use as a lesson the next morning when it was covered in dew, but something he was thankful for now. He opened the book and squinted at under his torchlight.

“Fuck, why do they always use such big fucking words in these things. I just need to know what tick could cause this…”

The book was a mess of information, size charts, habitats, and Latin words that meant nothing. Sam’s stomach rumbled in frustration, and he sighed and put the book down.

“Snacks, then I can figure this out.”

He was so hungry he could hardly think straight, it was no wonder a textbook like that was making his head swim. He unlocked the cooler and peered around for the jerky he’d packed only for the smell to make his nose curl. The beans, fruit and marshmallows all made him feel the same way. Sam realised he wasn't actually that hungry he was just craving…something. Something specific. 

“Ugh, I hate when this happens.”

He looked through the snacks, expecting the chocolate or coffee to whet his appetite, but nothing looked appealing. He was bent over at the hips, rummaging through the cooler for something, anything, to satisfy his weird craving when his thermal pants finally gave out. They had been stretched so much by his hips widening and ass cheeks growing that the stitches simply couldn't handle it anymore. There was a ripping round, and Sam felt his face burn with embarrassment as he quickly stood up. Only that was a mistake; his shirt couldn't handle the sudden movement and started tearing at the seams.

“Dammit! Fuck these silly curves!”

His clothing was in tatters, best just to take it all off, leaving him bare-chested and in nothing but a pair of boxers. Sam had been bare-chested in the wilderness before, he usually found it bracing, but it felt odd with these two melons on his chest. The skin was so much more sensitive than he was used to, and without the tight shirt to keep them in place, his breasts seemed to have a mind of their own. They swayed and jiggled; no matter how carefully he tried to move, it was like they had minds of their own. It was oddly fascinating. Sam looked down at them and turned on his toes to watch them move. It was almost hypnotic…

“Uh, who are yo-Oh my God, you’re naked!”

The voice made Sam jump, then wince as his breasts bounced painfully up and down without support. Liam had unzipped his tent and was standing, bleary-eyed, in nothing but his boxers and a T-shirt. 

“Liam! Man, you’ve gotta help me. Somehow I got turned into a woman. It’s gotta be that tick bite!”

“Sam?” He gaped. “What the…I’ve never heard of a tick bite doing this…let me look in the book.”

Sam rushed over to Sam and grabbed the book, quickly flicking through the pages while trying hard not to look at his now sexy female friend. Sam watched as Liam’s eyes darted to his chest, then to the pages of the book and back again. It was oddly flattering,it made his skin feel warm despite the cold night air. 

“Do you, uh, have any other symptoms besides the…obvious?”

“Well, I am craving something, I’m hungry, but just for one specific thing. I just can't figure out what it is…”

Liam began muttering under his breath, reading through the book under his torchlight while Sam waited patiently. Then a smell wafted into his nostrils. It was slightly sweet and sour at the same time, with a heady undertone; it smelled delicious. Instantly, Sam knew whatever it was was the thing he was craving. The scent alone made his mouth start to water. 

He let his eyes follow his nose and found them staring directly at Liam’s crotch, where his cock was pressing against the fabric of his boxers. Liam was so focused on trying not to perv he didn't even realise he was hard. Sam felt mortified, he was staring at his best friend's erection and feeling…hungry. There was a little dark spot of precum that had soaked into his boxers and he realised, to his utter horror, that he wanted nothing more than to fall to his knees and suck it right out of the fabric. 

“I…I think I know what I’m craving.”

Oh God, his voice went all husky and sensual without him even meaning to. He felt his eyes become hooded, and his knees went weak. Fuck, he couldn’t help himself he fell to his knees in front of Liam and started to paw at his boxers like a needy whore.

“Woah! W-what are you doing?” Liam squeaked.

“You’re hard for me.”

“I know b-b-but it’s just cause you're a hot topless girl right now I can’t help it-ooooh, why are you taking my pants off.”

“So thirsty…” Sam moaned. “I can’t stop myself…”

His tongue parted his full lips and licked at the head of Laim’s cock. He couldn't believe how big and thick it was; Liam was such a skinny guy, and nobody could have guessed he was packing such a huge cock. Sam was glad for it now, he reached up and cupped his friend's balls almost lovingly. It was so embarrassing, but all he could think about was how much semen was inside them and how badly he wanted to drink ti all down. 

“Oh fuck t-that feels so nice…”

“I can’t help myself, man.” Sam groaned, “I…I have to suck you off. God, please let me give you a blow job.”

Sam had never been more humiliated by himself, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t bear the thought of stopping, especially not when Liam nodded. He surged forward and slid the cock along his tongue till the tip threatened the press the back of his throat. His mouth was full of the heady, male flavour that he craved so badly, and he moaned. His only saving grace was that with his mouth full, he couldn’t babble about how good Liam tasted and how much he wanted to do this every night for the rest of his life. 

“Sam, fuck oh fuck you’re so good at this!”

Liam started to buck his hips as Sam deep-throated him. He could taste the precum dribbling down his throat, and it was so satisfying. He wrapped his tongue around the length, licking and sucking hard as his head bobbed back and forth. He needed cum, he needed it so badly and he would pleasure Liam all night if that’s what it took. 

He felt Liam’s balls tighten in his hand and a second later, there was a deep groan from above him. It made Sam wet between his legs, and a second later cum poured into his mouth and down his throat. He moaned, the taste was ambrosia. He continued to suck and swallow, making sure to treasure every drop and not let it escape from his tight lips. When Liam finally went soft, and they broke apart, Sam couldn’t believe what he’d just done. 

“Oh God, oh fuck that was so good.” Liam shuddered. “Fuck.”

“Mmmmm…” Sam sighed, embarrassed but finally satisfied. 

The two of them flopped back on the grass, staring at the stars as they came down from the shock of what’d just happened. 

“I can’t go back like this.” Sam said finally, “We’ll have to stay out here till you can figure out a cure or something.”

“That could take ages, weeks, maybe even months!” Liam argued.

“You can go to the shop down the mountain to get us more supplies, and the weather is nice…” Sam replied, “Besides, it’s not like we have much of a choice.”

“I guess you’re right. We’re stuck here.”

Sam hummed in agreement; weeks or months of living out here in this new sexy female body, sucking Liam off to satisfy his cravings. It was embarrassing, to be sure, but he didn't have much of a choice. Even as he tried to dread it though, Sam couldn’t keep the sly smile off his face.