After The Fall

Story by Theromen

This is a little something I was playing with that was toying close to the Terraverse stories I had been bouncing around my head. this isn't like the Terra-X story I had already discussed with srb but is more like a between the gaps kind of tale that might be a kind of prequel. Anyways it was meant to be more like a one shot and not a continuing tale. Lemme know what you all think as usual. A shout out to srb wherever he may be for the inspiration for this and some other tales to come.

AFTER THE FALL

I

Martin lay there in the half dark of the morning twilight, golden orange horizontal shafts of light cut through the swirling dust in the close arid confines of the bedroom showcasing the mostly ruined furniture, the untidy bed and of course Martin. The heat was disgusting already, and it was only dawn. Martin sighed and looked down then grimaced dourly with rolling eyes. They were still there. Big as damn melons and near as firm as they practically stood up on their own volition. Martin checked between his legs once more for the umteenth million time. Still no damn cock.

Martin didn’t know what the hell had happened. It was the most bizarre, and weird thing he had ever experienced and of that he was certain. But that alone by no means was the nightmare that was his life now, at this moment. The humidity was up and along with the freakish warmth Martin had to endure the sweatiness as well. Again martin looked down at his body, its firm curves glistened in the half light, full firm breasts jutting up and gleaming with perspiration. Martin sighed, if this was the body of a woman he’d known before the world went to hell he’d have been dying to sleep with her. Oh hell, who was he fooling. Martin knew it was about the sex. Gratuitous and satisfying and he would have loved it all. And much like most guys he probably would have stuck around until it all got old on him and then moved on to something else that caught his attention. Well, ‘would have’ being the operative words now.

Martin realized he was the farthest thing from masculine now. In fact he had not been for a few years now, but sometimes he just couldn’t get the old Martin Dombrowski of Crafton Heights Pennsylvania out of his head. He always woke up hoping the nightmare would be over and he could have his old body back. Obviously, it never happened. Whatever it was the occurred back then, when the world was still a place he knew well, it wasn’t going to just go away. He wasn’t he anymore. Martin was Martina now, and it wasn’t going to change. He had learned to accept it on a certain level already. It was just some stubborn subconscious part of himself that refused to let Martin die, or so Martina imagined.

Martin still remembered vividly the morning it happened. The first time he awoke as Martina, with this incredible body that was just made for ogling and awesome sexual magnetism. Little did he realize it then how overpowering the new appearance of Martina was though, that would come later.

Martina disentangled her silky legs from the tangle of bed sheets and sat up, her eyes cast down at the dark carpet where her slim petite feet rested. Martina looked at her slender feet a moment, marveling at them. They were perfect. Maybe too perfect. What were the odds of that? Martina let a hand drift once more to her mound of Venus. Bare and smooth with no sign of a penis ever being there it was still amazing. It felt so smooth, and Martina had to admit that at times when she was alone like now, and stroked it, it felt good. It was a different kind of pleasure that much was certain. It was amazing how she could cum and cum over again…then there was Martin.

Martina let out a pent up breath and stood up despondently, resigned to not being able to get any arousal out of the moment while Martin was in her thoughts. Damn that morning, damn that day…

2

Martin had been out all night on a real bender. He and some friends from work went to one of the local bars in town the place a real hometown Irish kind of pub was located down on 34th street. Mainly he went because his best friend of the last few years Nick had just moved up and got a job in his department. He felt obliged to show Nick a decent time out for his efforts. They listened to the live music, flirted with the girls and drank copious amounts of booze. Martin was more than happy with the way the night had gone since at one point during the evening he ended up getting laid, which just added to his shit faced grin later on. The lot of them were too smashed to go anywhere so they decided to get

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