Hotel: A Gender Swap Story

Brooks might have overlooked the hotel if he had not been searching for it. The wide, red bricked building sat in the side of the mountain, surrounded by a thick copse of evergreens. He knew it was the right place from the description his boss had given him, but an anxiety of wandering in the wrong building flared in him anyway. He choked it back and turned his hatchback up the narrow drive. A small patch in front of the building was paved, but no other cars were present, nor was there enough room for a tenth of the hotel’s capacity. He assumed guest parking existed elsewhere, but it was another uncomfortable quality of the hotel. Though well kept, it looked empty and abandoned, the way an old recluse’s home might. Brooks had known many people like that growing up. His parents mentioned them by name, but he never saw them and only knew their homes out of envy. No one came or went, but the grass somehow stayed trimmed, and the paint never peeled. Gardeners and groundskeepers who were incredibly discreet about their work must be in high demand at the Brentmoore.

That brought up another question. Where did the staff live? Brooks pondered the idea as he stepped out of his car into the brisk mountain air. He knew the answer, but didn’t like it. They lived in the hotel of course. After all, that was the perks of the hotel. The staff was always available. He did not bother with his bags, but did grab the small invitation his boss had given him. Though he did not have the normal booking reservation a more common hotel would provide, he thought it rude or improper to arrive empty handed. Brooks made his way up the steps to the large oak doors underneath a green awning. At the entrance, he paused.

His ears pricked up as he listened for the sound of any humanity. In the distance he could here the whir of engines, probably some type of air system. He heard plenty of birds, and the non specific calls of small rodents as well as the snaps and s of the forest. He did not hear a voice or the sound of another car. He even leaned forward an pressed his ear against the door, yet still heard nothing. A terrible feeling gripped him, that beyond the door hundreds of people waited to spring into existence. Once he opened the door, he would be met by a wall of sound as guests and staff tried to convince each other it was all normal. He would wander into the din like a serrated knife cutting against a chalkboard — a man out of sync, an unknown, an untrusted. He took a breath and opened the doors.

It was not the expected lobby of a hotel. Instead, a few feet inside of the door sat a desk. Behind it, a woman in her mid thirties, conservatively dressed, sat looking rather bored with the Internet on her computer screen. Her eyes flicked up to see Brooks, and her face brightened. With the flick of her hands, the screen on her computer changed. Her posture improved as she moved her shoulders back to push her breasts out. In mere seconds, she went from a disinterested minimum wage employee, to one of the most compelling people Brooks had ever seen. He walked to her, incredibly conscious of his own physical appearance. The drive had been taxing, and he needed a shower. He expected to feel the harsh gaze of the woman as he approached. He thought he’d read her eyes saying “oh, another vagabond in off the street. They don’t pay me enough to turn away this filth.” Instead, she looked at him almost adoringly. “Mr. Malcolm?” she asked.

“Yes, that’s me.” He smoothed out his hair and smiled.

“Please, have a seat.” She gestured to the chair in front of her desk. Her hand moved underneath her side of the desk, and Brooks heard a click behind him. The door had locked. “My name is Helen. How was your trip?” She asked in a melodious voice.

“Long, but uneventful,” Brooks answered as he sat down. “This is not what I expected. I didn’t think I was in the right place.”

“Oh, yes. The lobby of the true hotel is a bit further in. In order to maintain our high levels of privacy, we have this small reception area for our guests to check in and for any looky-Lous to be turned away.” She started to type on her computer. “I see that you’ve filled out all the necessary paperwork. You’ve been sent as a representative of HextCorp, I see. We’ve hosted many guests for them.”

“Yes, I finished a project ahead of schedule. This is my bonus.” Brooks tried to speak calmly, but his mind raced with questions. As he thought through them, he did not notice the change in the woman’s expression at his mention of finishing a project.

Helen’s composure returned after the blip of concern. She opened the drawer and pulled out a small packet which contained a keycard. “Mr. Malcolm, this is your key to your room, but that is the only guest area with any privacy. All other rooms are open access, and the only areas off limits are employee only. You’re familiar with the rules of our establishment?”

“Yes, I read the packet.” He slid his palms back and forth on his knees trying to remove the sweat.

Helen smiled. “Any woman that you encounter in the entire facility is free to service you. Most of the girls simply sit around waiting. You do not have to ask their permission to do anything. Simply direct them to the desired position. You can tell them the level of enthusiasm you want to see. Sometimes this means they will be more expressive, other times less. Do not worry about cleanup or protection. All of that is handled by our staff. Outside of the girls you find lounging, all of the other staff are available to you as well with a few caveats. First, if the girl in question is occupied with a hotel essential task, we ask that you wait until she is free. For example, if one of the girls is sweeping, let’s say, you proposition her and she will get to you at the next available moment. If the task she is performing at the time is not immediately necessary, that might be right away. Secondly, for the administrative employees, due to the need for these positions to remain available to all the guests throughout the day, we request that you schedule a time. Myself for example, I must remain here throughout the day to greet new guests, but I can be requested for your room or any designated location after my shift hours. Finally, except for scheduled time, employees with hotel tasks are unavailable between midnight and six. This is necessary to make sure the hotel functions. Free girls in a hotel that forgets to feed you wouldn’t be nearly the pleasurable experience we hope to offer. Everything good so far?”

Brooks swallowed. “Can I ask a question?” She nodded and gestured for him to continue. “How often are you requested? Is that rude to ask?”

“Certainly not, Mr. Malcolm. I am actually requested fairly often, but usually forgotten about. I am the only cookie on the tray right before you walk into the bakery, so to speak. Would you like to request me?”

Brooks shook his head, “Maybe. I’m sorry, I’m still getting used to all of this.”

“Perfectly understandable. We’ve found it’s better to go head first into the shock rather than delay on the edges of it. Here, maybe this will help.” She stood up. With an indefinable grace, she pulled away her top to reveal a pair of breasts much bigger than Brooks expected. His mouth dropped as he stared at her naked tits while she stepped out of her heels and unbuttoned her pants. She turned around to let him watch as she pulled them down, wiggling her ass to get the tight slacks over her rear. She wore no underwear and as the pants came down, Brooks found himself staring at her naked pussy. She took them over to a rack on the back wall and carefully hung them up. Brooks drank in her naked body, becoming increasingly aware of the bulge in his pants. “Nudity is very common in the hotel. Our staff only wear clothes where they are necessary for protective purposes, the cooks and such. You understand.”

He shifted in his chair. He felt almost sick. The room was cool but a hot sweat pooled around his neck. He tugged at his shirt, feeling the droplets roll down his chest. “Of course.”

“Let’s continue then. Some things are off limits. First and foremost, no violence of any kind. Secondly and in the same vein, anger is not allowed. You can be forceful, call the girls names if you like, but if it is determined that these actions are rooted in aggression, we step in. Third, we do not allow the same girl more than five times. That might seem ludicrous at the moment, but once you’re in it will make more sense. The girl in your room will swap out after five and any of the staff will be forced to decline once you’ve reached your limit. We do this to prohibit any emotional attachments as well as possessive attachments. There are always more fish in the sea, and in this case plenty more pussy in the hotel.” She laughed, faked and forced, but with a clear point. Like the striptease, she wanted to force him into her world. The demur young lady waiting to turn away any curious passers by had vanished. In her place was a voluptuous woman who seemed to crave sex like a drug, exuding from herself an aura of invitation that demanded attention.

She continued to type for a few moments in silence before finally turning back to him. “Ok, you’re going to be in room 203. I’ll buzz someone in to take you up. Most of our clients like to shower and get situated. Can I have your car keys, please? Thanks. We’ll have it taken to the garage and your luggage will meet you in your room. Any other questions?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Excellent.” The door at the back of the small room opened. A woman walked in on silent steps, completely naked. Her skin looked like smooth chocolate and a pair of large brown eyes greeted him warmly. “This is Cocoa. She’ll take you up to your room. Keep her for a while if you like, we have no one else due to arrive tonight.”

Cocoa turned to the side at the door. As Brooks approached, she slipped her arm into his. “Right this way, sir.”

They stepped into a large art deco hall. Gold and white dominated the furniture and walls. On the far side, the rear exterior of the hotel looked out at the mountain rising up behind it through massive windows that let sunlight flood into the room. On the left side, a huge bar glittered with golden light. Behind the bar, two women, a pair of redheads, worked wearing aprons and nothing else. A few patrons sat on the stools wearing boxers. None of them turned to see the new arrival, nor did they seem interested in chatting amongst themselves. On the other side of the room, two naked blondes occupied a high reception desk. One looked out serenely at the common room. The other knelt outside the batwing gate to the desk sucking off a guest with clear enthusiasm. Between the two spectacular architectural insets and their seductive occupants, the lobby sprawled in its decadence. More importantly, it lived up to its reputation. Women sat around the room entirely naked. Some even lounged on all fours for anyone who might suddenly have an interest. The men wandered around from woman to woman, happy to oblige their waiting postures by plunging themselves into them. Brooks looked at the scene in pure astonishment.

“Is everything alright, sir?” Cocoa asked.

Flustered, Brooks struggled to answer. “Uh, yes. I’m ok. I’m fine. I don’t think I actually believed this was real until just now.”

“It’s very real. Would you like to join in? I could bend over that couch for you. It’s one of my favorite spots. I usually wait there for the first man to come downstairs. He sees the pink wet spot between my black thighs, and he can’t resist.” She spoke longingly, and her free hand drifted down between her legs.

Brooks found it harder to resist with each passing second. “No, I think I’d like to shower first.”

Cocoa guided him towards the staircase. Each of the unoccupied women smiled politely. Some of them spread their legs or turned around and presented their asses. Brooks tried to ignore it all, but could barely keep his mind off the warmth of the woman beside him. Her dark skin shone with a deep luster under the yellow lights as they ascended to the second floor. He stole glances at the smooth curve of her breasts and admired how they swayed as she walked. They arrived at the room right as two women in tight body suits emerged. They smiled at him, but quickly headed in the opposite direction towards a servant’s door at the opposite end of the long gold and red hall. “They’ve brought up your luggage. I think it’s funny how you men all bring so many clothes. Can’t have you walking around in full suits and taking ten minutes to get your cock out, can we?” She led the way into the room, giving Brooks a chance to stare at the wonderful roundness of her ass.

The room looked like any typical hotel room with one exception. The bed was enormous and on it waited a young woman with bright blue hair and tanned skin. She smiled, rolled over, and raised her hips into the air as she spread her legs. Her face pushed into the top of the bed as she smiled at him. “That’s Aquamarine,” Cocoa explained. “She loves it doggy style, like me. Tell you what, you take a shower,” she started to strip off his clothes and Brooks mad no move to resist, “and we’ll be here waiting for you when you get out. Or, I can come in with you and make sure you get those hard to reach spots.” Brooks couldn’t take his eyes away from Aquamarine. As Cocoa suggested showering, she looked heartbroken. The black woman turned to put his shirt down on a nearby chair and noticed a tray sitting next to the bedside lamp. “Right, this is for you,” she said, stepping aside.

Brooks heard a quaver of concern in her voice. He stepped past her to see a pink pill sitting on a white cloth. Behind it sat a card which read “Take me.” Brooks picked up the pill and bounced it in his hands. Aquamarine lowered herself back to the bed, her ass looking tighter and bouncier in the resting position. The two girls watched Brooks intently as if they expected some outlandish reaction from the small pill. “What’s this for?” Brooks asked.

Aquamarine answered, “Makes you hard. All the time. Like a stallion.”

“Wouldn’t be a fun weekend if you had to wait for your cock to recover half the stay,” Cocoa added. “Makes you last longer. Feel better. Everything. It’s the special ingredient for the whole business.” She pressed her body against his, letting her hand rub his crotch.

Brooks had only just started to trust the place. He’d heard the stories of Hextcorp employees vanishing. They were bandied around as tall tales to scare the new employees. Hextcorp had a reputation for being ruthless, but loyal. But he had come this far and been given every chance at pure pleasure. No trap had been sprung. No men in black suits had followed him. He’d done good work for Hextcorp. He’d maintained the project’s secrecy at great costs and still delivered a product on time. They had heralded him as a visionary and valuable employee. The trip was a reward, not a trap. And yet, it all felt off. Working for and with spooks made every shadow longer and every turn deadlier. As the pill rolled around in his hand, he thought of all the thousands of bizarre experimental drugs he had learned about at Hextcorp. If not this, then something else. No one makes a deal with the devil and gets away. If Hextcorp is after men, they’ll catch me sooner or later. Might as well play along in the meantime. Shit, I might even get the chance to enjoy all of this. He tossed the pill to the back of his throat. It clung for a moment and then he swallowed it down.

He allowed Cocoa to finish undressing him. He’d been teased by her too long to let her slip away, but he did need to clean himself first. “Wait here, with her. Entertain each other if you want. I won’t be long.” He watched Cocoa crawl onto the bed and Aquamarine rolled onto her back. Wasting no time, the black woman slid down the other’s body, pulling her legs apart as she dove onto the wet pussy. Brook’s cock ached, but he went to the shower nevertheless. The hiss of water filled the room and steam started to billow up over the glass door. He stepped into the shower and sighed as the heat washed over him. Fatigue and stiffness melted away, more than it should from a hot shower alone. Brooks body seemed to be reviving from head to toe. A kinetic energy spread throughout him as he cleaned himself. It was too tangible of a feeling to be the simple relief of a hot shower after a long day. Whatever the drug had been, it was working.

By the time he stepped out of the bathroom, Brooks could think of nothing but sex. His cock passed from a throbbing ache to outright painful. He hurried to dry himself off and then charged out into the bedroom like a madman. The girls had finished whatever pleasure they decided to give one another. They were lying on their backs, their legs intertwined in a tangled mix of bronze and black skin. Seeing Brooks, they spread their knees wide and gestured for him to come over. “No,” he commanded. “You said you like doggy. So get on your hands and knees.” With a giggle, the two women obeyed. They flipped over and arched their backs as their asses rose into the air giving Brooks the first of what he expected to be several impossible choices. Even with the urgent need in his loins, Brooks paused to look at their upthrust asses, their two different skin tones contrasting beautifully beside one another. They pressed their hips together putting their wet slits only a foot or so away from each other. Brooks wondered if he could gather three or four women in the lobby and have them line up.

His debate over which to choose first ended quickly. His eyes landed on Cocoa’s quivering ass. He sidled up behind her, taking big handfuls of the dark flesh. His cock nudged forward, naturally seeking the wet folds of her pussy. Her lips parted with ease. and he slipped inside her hot, wet cunt. Her folds enveloped him giving some relief to the burning ache that had been growing in him. Deeper and deeper he pushed until his flat stomach slapped into the back of her ass. She groaned gratefully and Aquamarine wiggled her ass in the air vainly as she took Cocoa’s lips into a long kiss. Brooks thrust slowly in and out, coating his cock with her juices while eyeing the other pussy waiting beside her. In an abrupt change, he pulled out of Cocoa making her whimper. He moved slightly and shoved his cock forward once again, plowing deep inside Aquamarine.

The difference amazed him. He’d been lucky to fuck two women in the same year, let alone seconds from each other. Aquamarine’s pussy was just as tight and maybe even hotter, but it felt indescribably different. Her ass was smaller and firmer than Cocoa’s but no less enjoyable to squeeze. She seemed more eager for his cock, as though her need was just as urgent. Brooks looked at her blue hair as Cocoa brushed it out of the way and thought her body matched it. She felt electric and urgent while Cocoa was deep and rich. The tantalizing need to feel the other returned, and he pulled out of the blue haired girl and shoved his cock back into the curvy goddess. All three of them moaned as he fucked one and then the other in a continuing loop of desire. Each time his cock sunk into one of the girls, a pure relief spread over his body. The blazing warmth of their pussies spread upwards through his body and made his brain boil with pleasure. He relished each grunt and moan and sigh as his cock spread apart their folds and plunged deep inside them.

As they fucked, new feelings spread through Brooks’s body. He didn’t notice, too occupied with the lust at hand, but his form slimmed down. His body hair shriveled up and vanished. A heavy tingling in his chest briefly punched through the haze of lust, but he attributed it to the increased heart rate brought about by fucking two strange women at the same time. Instead, his smooth chest bulged forward as his nipples grew engorged and puffy. Each time he pulled out of one of the girls and thrust back into the other, his cock was a little smaller. Finally, he grabbed hold of Aquamarine’s tight rump and pulled her hard against him. He felt a sharp pain as his cum shot inside of her and then nothing but a blissful release.

His eyes closed, and he let out a long breath. He felt a heavy weight rise and fall with his chest as he leaned back on his heels. He expected to feel the wet slip of his cock falling out of Aquamarine, but instead thought he felt something pulling into him. His eyes fluttered open and looked down at the two women in front of him. They had rolled forward on to their sides and propped themselves up with their elbows. They looked at him with contorted faces of dread. Brooks smiled to try and reassure them, but felt a twinge of pain in his jaw. His jaw sat differently and stiff. It shook him from his euphoria. He looked down at his chest to see two tear dropped tits jutting out. In disbelief, his smile faded as he brought his hands up to cup the new flesh. It felt heavy and wonderful in his hands. As his fingers moved over the puffy nipples, he felt tingles of pleasure ripple through his body.

“You ok, baby?” Cocoa asked, her voice hesitant. “You were on the enrollment package. Sometimes girls don’t know that until after.”

Aquamarine nodded. “Like me. Hextcorp enrolled me for two months. No idea why they didn’t tell me. Maybe they wanted it to be a surprise. It’s been three weeks, and I never want it to end.”

Brooks didn’t understand. He arched his stomach back as he looked down at a smooth flat tummy and wide hips. He wiggled his knees apart on the bed, expecting to see a cum covered cock between his legs, but instead saw only a smooth mound. Dropping a hand from his right breast, he gingerly slid a finger against the new opening in his crotch. He found wet folds and slid his finger inside of them, plumbing their depths like he had with women. He felt his own finger push inside himself and an involuntary sigh slipped from his lips. He pushed further in and another finger joined. He squeezed his breast with his other hand as his pussy walls clamped down on the invading digits.

“Easy honey. It can be a bit of a rush right at the start. Don’t worry, we got something coming to take care of you.”

Brooks fell forward between the two women, his breasts squashing into the bed. Their hands came up to stroke his back. Aquamarine’s went further down and gave his ass a hard squeeze. He could tell from her grip that his butt had grown to match his tits, wide and full and ready to be fucked. His fingers stayed pushed into his new pussy, sliding in and out as his palm rubbed against he shrunken nub that had once been his cock. Is this a reward? Can this be a reward? These feelings are unlike anything? “Will I change…back?” he choked out.

“Yes,” Aquamarine whispered into his ear. “But not before you spend weeks here. All day you can stay in the lobby. Men with big fat cocks will walk up to you and let you suck them off or just shove their fat meat into your pussy. You’ll cream the second their dick touches those hot little pussy lips.” She pulled Brooks’s lips to hers in a long kiss. They heard the door open.

“This the right room?” a man asked. The sound of his voice was enough to make Brooks’s body shake with pleasure.

“Sure is, Martin,” Cocoa said. “Brand new pussy waiting for its first cock. This here is Jasmine, and she needs that fat cock inside her.”

Jasmine? Yeah, Jasmine. Brooks let his mind slip into the new personality. Jasmine looked over her shoulder to see a man walking towards her. He was naked already and between his legs hung a dick the size of her forearm. Instinctively, she raised her hips, ready for that monstrous cock to be inside her.

Martin’s hands were rough, and he was not gentle with her new body. He pulled her into position and let his dick slap between her thighs. “I remember my first time. Almost humped a doorknob to get off. The perk they don’t tell you about is this.” He pushed his cock against Jasmine’s new lips. With some resistance the head pushed inside and she groaned as the man’s thick meat filled her up. “When your cock comes back, if you want it back, it comes back twice as big each time. How many times do you think I’ve done a turn on staff here?”

Jasmine’s mind flooded with hormones. Her walls stretched as he pushed further inside of her. She couldn’t speak, but heard Cocoa answer for her. “With a dick that big, you must have started with a pinky toe down there the number of times you’ve gone through.” Jasmine laughed, a joyous, crazy laugh that turned into a low moan. Her pussy clenched around the invading cock, hungry for more of it and yet desperate not to be skewered. Martin started to thrust in and out of her, matching the same motions as Brooks had done earlier. Jasmine tried to rock back against him, but her inexperience showed. Cocoa rose up to her knees to kiss and fondle Martin while Aquamarine slid underneath Jasmine, wrapping her arms around the new woman and playing with her tits.

After what felt like a joyous eternity, Martin’s pace slowed. He pushed deep inside of her and Aquamarine whispered, “He’s about to fill you up with spunk. It’s intense. Try not to black out.” Jasmine tried to understand but then felt the man’s cock twitch inside her. A hot jet of cum sprayed deep into her new womb and her world shattered. She cried out in pleasure as her eyes wrenched shut. Her body went rigid as every muscle clenched. The pleasure came in waves that rose and crashed against her mind over and over until she started to feel numb. She felt him pull out of her and leave an oozing void that she needed to be filled again. That thought thundered in her mind again and again. Find more. More cock. All the while, Aquamarine stroked her and nuzzled her neck.

Jasmine regained her senses as Cocoa led the man out of the room. She rolled onto her side and Aquamarine spooned her, tracing small circles down Jasmine’s side with her fingertips. Jasmine spoke only mildly shocked to hear a feminine voice, “That was amazing. I thought I was being punished.”

“Punished? Hextcorp doesn’t punish people by sending them here. They punish them by murdering them or something. This is like being sent to heaven.”

“So what happens now?”

Aquamarine smiled. “That’s the secret about this place. Lots of the workers are guests too. They even pay us! You can go and do whatever you want, but when a male comes around you get to fuck him!”

Jasmine smiled and thought about the warm cum oozing from her pussy. “Then lets go to work.”