On the Scene with DoorBang

(contains Post-TG slice of life, consensual hetero sex, cumflation)

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At what point did switching genders become a mundane event?

Funny how the notion only struck Wanda after her morning shower. She woke up with the same crusty-eyed, dried lipped shit feeling as always. Normal hatred for the sun light disturbing otherwise pleasant dreams of richer lifestyles. Things processed slowly for the brown spotted bunny girl before obtaining coffee. It’s just surprising to realize the hard bounce of her tits when getting out of bed had lost its shock value.

Not to say having a woman’s body wasn’t fun. Showering dirt and sweat out of fur is a fairly sensual act to help get the blood flowing. It’s just lathering the fatter parts, while pleasant, wasn’t overly exciting anymore. A routine of gentle kneading and squeezing seemed to have settled on its own.

“I’m getting used to this…” Wanda mused angrily into her coffee mug. She leaned against the kitchen counter waiting for the caffeine to jump start her system. A bathrobe hung untied around her curvy figure so its damp fur could finish drying out.

Five days ago she had been Wendel. Just another journalist trying to make a living reporting the unusual. Business was booming in that regard; The unusual had a way of finding her first and didn’t begin to describe the people she meets. Her current situation had to do with some twin brothers trying to peddle magic gum and Wanda not heading their warnings about swallowing it.

This was the longest streak of femininity Wanda found herself in yet. Most experiences had been mercifully temporary by a day or two, and if not, the neighbors always had some way of changing her back. In fact, the brothers said she would be a guy again as soon as digestion worked its course. Thankfully claims of gum durability was a myth, but another problem had set in.

“Urrgh!” Wanda clasped the steaming mug of joe with both hands, a sharp hiss escaping through her enlarged front teeth. Lightning struck between her thighs, causing her loins to spasm. Soon the aching need of fresh musk overpowered the aroma of freshly ground java. “Yup, there it is. Fucking hell!”

A fun fact about magically changing genders is that you can’t switch while in heat. Even worse was that a sudden change in hormones can sometimes cause an immediate onset. Wanda got lucky the first dozen times she hopped the fence, but now every time hips flared it felt like a gamble with nature. The first warning ‘twinges’ shook her nethers on the second day and took their time rolling into a blazing inferno last night. It took an hour with a vibrator before she could finally get any sleep.

The fact Wanda had forgotten to recharge said toy only soured the bunny’s mood further. She certainly didn’t feel like cooking breakfast in this unwanted state. Good thing the trusty phone on the counter had an answer to one of her problems. After unlocking the screen, her slender finger swiped through a few apps before wrinkling in disgust at the desired one.

All these delivery services were letting success go to their heads and charged ridiculous fees just for mediating. On any normal day, Wanda would have rather walked the two blocks to a coffee shop. Too bad going outside while openly advertising a desire to bang everyone in sight might not end well. She took a moment to mourn her wallet before ordering their cheapest breakfast meal, perhaps sparing a dollar for the driver's tip.

With that business done, Wanda dropped the phone back on its charging stand before cruising over to the couch. She flopped across its cushions, wasting no time jamming three fingers into her vagina’s moist lips. Her free hand tried pinching and teasing her breasts with little effect. It was hard enough getting aroused when used to self exploration. Having to do it as a morning chore made the act of cumming near impossible.

DONK DONK!

Wanda became so focused on rubbing her clit raw, in fact, that the sudden knocking sent her rolling off the couch with a pained yelp. How long had she been working at it? Shame not even a concussion could save Wanda from nature’s worst calling. It just meant seething through two kinds of pain.

Gathering herself off the floor with whatever dignity remained, Wanda remembered why someone might knock and rushed to the door.

“Whoa mama!”

Obviously Wanda intended to give her delivery guy a more static greeting. That was before taking in the sight of an eight foot mountain of yellow furred muscle on her welcome mat. He was a bat, specifically, with a hulking chest and shoulder spans to rival the wings on his back. And then there was the amazing bulge rounding out the front of his pants that left a weak bunnies jaw hanging.

“Uh...likewise?” He said with an awkwardly forced smile. Fingers twitched around the paper bag of fast food delicately held in one massive paw hand.

“Huh? Oh.” Wanda blinked out of her stupor, noticing the man’s eyes drift southward. Her bathrobe remained untied with still wet inner thighs fully exposed. There seemed little point in covering now. The man’s twitching black nose clearly picked up a whole apartment perfumed with female arousal. “T-thanks for the food, I guess? What do I owe you?”

“You...paid online, ma’am.” The big guy’s stare refused to leave Wanda’s exposed body, despite a deep blush forming across his muzzle. His pants were losing a few creases, drawing tight over his sizeable lump. “Are you okay?”

“Nnngh!! N-nooo…” Wanda’s long ears flopped back against her head as her knees pressed together similar to someone desperately needing a bathroom. The plan had been to try a flirting maneuver like in one of her many dating sim games, but a hard cramp from her impatient pussy forced a more direct approach. “I...d-don’t suppose you want to come in and fuck me?”

“E-excuse me!?” The bat took a step back looking like she had drawn a gun on him. “Miss, I don’t think I’m allowed to give that kind of service.”

Wanda took a deep breath, feeling the fire in her loins calm into a persistent light simmer. “Look, you can smell what my problem is, and I got stuff to do today. I don’t need anything romantic, just help this go away for a bit. I’ll even throw in a fifty-buck tip if you need it.”

It was not the money that made the bat bite his lip, considering Wanda’s vulgar offer. “Damn it, okay. I just can’t leave a cute thing like you suffering so much. Yip!?”

“Don’t call bunnies cute and get the fuck in here already!” Wanda barely waited for him to finish saying ‘okay’ before rushing forward to grab the bat by his belt. While surprising, he gave no resistance to being dragged across the threshold. The door slammed shut behind him with the bunny depositing her ordered breakfast on the side dresser. “I’m Wanda, by the way. Welcome to my horny cave.”

“Anbu, and...thanks?” He couldn’t tell if that had been the bunny’s attempt at disarming humor. Not that Wanda wasted any more time on it, choosing to attack his buckle and pants zipper. “Geez! You weren’t kidding.”

“To be fair, I suck at setting a mood even under normal...aah!” Wanda yanked Anbu’s pants down and promptly jumped back. The thick half-erection that sprung out left her gawking at its magnificence with heart-shaped eyes. “My god, what do you feed this thing?”

“Lots of protein? Mmh!” Anbu shook his muscular hips, letting pants slide off in a pool around his ankles. An opening Wanda used to cup his cock's underside with both hands. He exhaled in a slow moan, the delicate touch alone enough to get a full rise out of him. “But h-here, let me give moods a try.”

“Wha-hmmpph!”

Wanda couldn’t react when Anbu closed the short distance between them. Those massive biceps got put to use easily, pulling the curvy bunny into a tight embrace against his hard chest. She looked up to question him only to have their muzzle’s interlock. The suction of their lips squished together muffled the approving groan coming out of Wanda’s lungs. Her hands roamed across the many ridges of Anbu’s sides until they got pushed back by the large bat, removing her bathrobe.

“How’s that?” Anbu asked upon breaking their kiss. Bits of drool remained to connect their chins in thin strands, somehow making Wanda flush harder for this hunk.

“I dunno,” she said, coyly wrapping her arms around his neck. Even that felt like a hardened boulder under the fine fur. “We better try going in a little deeper.”

Anbu smiled, meeting her for a harsher bout of muzzle sucking. He grasped at the bunny’s plush butt, making her hips quiver excitedly. It was both to give her a lift, so she didn’t have to kiss on tip toes and a great opportunity to knead her amazing peach. This girl was stacked for her size. Enough to fill his palms and bulge between fingers while exploring every soft curve.

Such teasing massages did wonders for the horny bunny. Wanda’s shaking grew with the boiling need in her pussy. It was a wonder she was not flooding the apartment with juices already. Still, she used the urges for motivation and pushed her tongue past a set of sharp fangs for a bit of bat gum massaging. One thing she quickly learned about bats is that they have incredibly longer mouth muscles than most mammals. She felt Anbu’s tongue playfully swat hers back before plunging so far it tickled her tonsils. It could probably go further by the feel of things, but Anbu wasn’t in the mood for deep throating. Not with his tongue, anyway.

“Better?” Anbu asked with a sly grin when they eventually broke off for a breather. He had to support Wanda’s full weight as she laid heaving against his pecs.

“God...fuck…” Was the bunny girls most articulate form of approval. Swallowing with a bit more composure, she looked  into Anbu’s smug face, unaware of her own dopey grin. “Just...stick it in me already. Please?”

“Heh, okay, Wanda. How do you want to do this?”

That was actually a damn good question. Wanda pushed out of Anbu’s arms, looking around. The big guy would probably destroy her couch and she was way too worked up to lead him back to her bedroom. She caught sight of the coffee table and made the quick decision to improvise; bending over it for support so her fluffy tail wagged in full presentation.

“Does this make a fine target for your cannon?” she teased with a little hip wiggle.

“Yup!” Anbu barked happily, stepping out of his discarded pants to approach the offered ass. Hands gripped either side of Wanda’s hips, giving them a few more firm squeezes. “Don’t blame me if I break it.”

“Paah! You’d be doing me a favor.” Despite the attempted quips, Wanda gripped her coffee table so tight her knuckle fur turned white. Turned out the anticipation of getting it from behind was very alluring; the complete lack of control without knowing what will happen. It was a mental struggle if such feelings were worth sharing with her onetime fling. Probably for the best not to, or she might start losing all sense of masculinity later.

It didn’t help that Anbu wished to savor his brief time with a hot bunny girl. The weight of his toned stomach settled over her lower back, being careful not to crush Wanda’s smaller body. He just wanted to get enough reach to clutch both her sagging tits. A sensual gasp from Wanda got his thick tail wagging, encouraging him to squish the soft mounds together. His muzzle brushed aside the long locks of her brown hair to tickle the neck underneath with more long bat tongue.

Every nerve was getting attention except where Wanda wanted it most. The clever bastard. The weight of his heavy muscles pressing into her back, arms warped around in a powerful embrace left her churring with excitement. Her cunny felt ready to explode when Anbu meshed her boobs together again and then stretched them in opposite directions. The bunny's back arched instinctively, ramming her butt against his hips seeking the thick member wedged between her thighs.

Anbu gave a few more boob massages dotted with loving neck nibbles before a frustrated groan from Wanda convinced him to give the woman what she wanted. His weight eased off Wanda’s backside, confusing her for a second. But then a sharp poke struck her dripping pussy, sparking a yelp. Slowly, Anbu eased the length of his shaft into her folds, stretching out the muscles inside to their breaking point.

Despite going slow, it still overwhelmed Wanda’s worked up hormones. Her jaw fell open in a silent cry, dripping bits of spit onto the carpet. Eyes rolled into the back of her head with corners of her muzzle curling up into a childish smile. It didn’t even register when Anbu’s hips smacked into her ass, sending the fatty cheeks jiggling. The satisfaction of finally being filled was a moment of pure bliss.

“Hrrp!?”

But then Anbu undulated his hips, striking Wanda’s ass with a soft slap out of her stupor. Now that they were sure she could take everything up to his hilt, the bat gripped at her hips firmly to build a rhythm. The rocking motion repeated over and over, driving Anbu’s delightfully thick piston in and out of Wanda’s tunnel.

THHK! SHOOP! THHK! SHOOP! THHK! SHOOP! THHK! SHOOP! THHK! SHOOP!

Wanda couldn’t believe it was possible for her euphoric bliss to climb even higher. Nerves seized in her legs, toes curling tight against the paw pad of her feet as they grew numb. Her coffee table creaked in protest to their swaying bodies, especially with her tits rolling harshly along the cheap wooden surface. Most of Wanda’s hair flew forward to drape across her face, which hardly mattered for enjoying Anbu’s filling dick.

“Oooh! Oh fuck! Fuuuuuuck yeah! Yeah! NNNNGGGGHHH!!”

Wanda continued to bark and cry in high pitch squeals, causing a stir in Anbu’s own loins. He was in the perfect vantage point to watch the sweaty rabbit quiver and rock violently, trying to meet his rapid poundings. Within seconds her insides were clenching in harsh contractions as she came, trying to milk the bat for all he had to offer.

The bunny’s hungry womb soon got its wish. Anbu bit his teeth, giving Wanda’s hips a strong squeeze, feeling his dam tense and break. Their fucking burst into a series of rapid hard pounding in time to his cock’s pulses. Each one spurted a thick stream of baby batter that filled Wanda with an amazing warmth.

Only problem was the pulses didn’t stop with Anbu’s humps. Even as the bat remained still holding onto Wanda to catch his breath, hefty balls continued to unload shot after shot into his temporary lover. Soon she was feeling pleasantly full and then stuffed. Without warning, Wanda gave out a surprised burp before groaning in a mini-second orgasm. This, in turn, clenched a rather large wad of spunk out of the bat.

“Heh. Uh, oops?” Anbu gave a meek laugh, slowly withdrawing from Wanda. Without his support, the spent bunny immediately collapsed under her jello legs. Cum sprayed from her gapping pussy in streams down her inner thighs, staining the floor. The sight of such a gorgeous backside gave him pause and consider a cell photo, but getting his shorts back on seemed a higher priority.

“Pah!” Wanda gasped, blissfully happy to get rid of that nature’s annoying ache at last. Such a good fucking felt almost worth having her body left stretched and unbalance. “What oops? Uh...what...the fuck?”

Arms cried out as Wanda rolled herself into a sit on the carpet. Something along the rabbit's middle gave a bounce even harder than her breasts when her tush settled in. She glanced down and had to blink several times before realizing the distended brown ball poking out under her chest shelf was her own stomach. A shaking finger lifted to give the surface a poke, finding it had a lot of give. She then clasped it with both hands, gasping when the pressure caused a spurt of sex juices to ooze out her pussy.

“Are you fucking kidding me!? I look like an inflated balloon! Is this all your cum!?” Her gaze whipped to a nervous Anbu trying to fasten his belt around a still stiff erection.

“Well...a good amount is probably pre too.” The bat chuckled in slow dragging steps towards the door. “I probably should have warned you I’m a bit hyper virile, but hey, this probably means your heat is gone for a while.”

“My heat!? I’ll be lucky if I’m not pregnant. You dick!” Wanda tried to stand and fell back into the pool of cum forming between her thighs. Anbu was kind of grateful her leg muscles were still recovering. “What am I supposed to do for nine months, huh? I got news to report. I want my own dick back, damn it!”

While that last statement left a flood of weird questions, Anbu never got the chance to ask one. His wings and arms turned into makeshift shields against a barrage of coasters, potted plants, and anything within arm's reach of a furious Wanda. It was all he could do to flee the apartment amidst fading shouts.

No sooner did Anbu climb into his car than his phone gave a musical alert to new messages. He half-expected some angry call about the other orders needing delivery. Instead, he unlocked the screen to see far worse. The petty bunny had rated both his delivery and food with one-star reviews.