I Think I Might Be Going (Nim)Batty

I groaned as I felt a pulsing headache beating through my head. It was like I could feel my heartbeat going abnormally fast. Turning where I had passed out, I started trying to get up. Everything felt severely off balance, at least until I felt something in my lower spine area move to offset what I felt. I looked around through blurry vision to try and figure out where I'd woken up. Beneath me was tree bark. It looked like a very thick part of a tree, or at least thick enough for me to stand on it. Leaves above me shielded me from bright sunlight, though some rays still got through, making me shield my eyes with my hand. Just then, my vision came into focus, and I saw something unusual.

That's not my hand. Staring in disbelief, I looked at the white furred paw and the orange furred arm it was connected to. I traced it with my eyes back to my body. That's not my body. Cream fur on my belly greeted my sight. I didn't know how to react. I was an orange and cream fluff ball. Two appendages attached to my back flapped as I felt slightly faint, and fell to my knees. Looking back, I spotted a pair of orange wings, with cream let her membranes. They were like bat wings. Then I felt something twitch down below. That's not my dick. It wasn't even a dick to begin with. I had a pussy. Hell, knowing I was stark fucking naked made me concerned as hell. I thought I only put on a costume! Who knew it would end up like this?! The only thing keeping me from sheer panic was one thing.

I agreed to this. I had signed up for this. For being… Not me. But this was still a lot to take in. Waking up as a Nimbat was not on my list of things to be prepared for. Much less experiencing a sudden gender swap. Agreeing to this doesn't reduce the shock from it. As my eyes started exploring my body, I noticed a few more things. Attached to my waist by a string was a sword. It was rather small though, more like a nail. The other thing was my breasts. They were also small, easily just A-Cup relative to my size.

Taking the sword out of its sheethe, I examined how it felt. I'd wielded a real sword only once, when I was little. Not against anything, mind you. My dad had a collection of swords, both fake and real. I always admired them, wishing I could use them for once. Dad had a number of health problems preventing him from teaching me how to use them, but video games offered me a semi-second hand way to learn techniques.

I gripped the sword tightly. Knowing techniques and using them were two entirely different beasts. I knew that much at least. It would be naive and stupid of me to believe I actually knew how to use this sword despite never having used one for real. This sword seemed to be made purely with function in mind. There were no decorative notches or markings to say this sword was anything more than just a sword. It was a bit boring, but I guess it was up to me to make this sword my own. Other than the lack of decoration, I could tell this sword was of eastern influence. It wasn't your typical broadsword or Shortsword after all. It was curved, like a katana, easily invalidating the many Shortsword techniques I knew. I'll probably have to either learn katana moves or simply trade it in for a Shortsword. Assuming I even live that long.

Or… am I even in any danger? There was one more thing that was bugging me. The interviewer had asked me about consenting to being involved in adult content. Sure, I was naked and clearly fuckable to anything that looked at me funny, but it got me wondering… how would it be, as a girl? And who or what would it be with? I almost didn't want to think about it, but I had to. It was a very real possibility, especially considering what I had agreed to and where I had ended up.

...Now that I think about it, where did I even end up? As I look around, I can see I'm in a tree. There are lots of trees here. I glance at my wings again. ...Well. there's no better time to figure out how to use them. Let's get started. Then maybe I can figure out where the hell I ended up. Gradually, I sat there twitching my wings little by little, just trying to get used to the new muscles. Unlike my new tail that seemed to move on its own, my wings seemed like a much more involved muscle group. It'll take a while before flying is as easy as walking, but that's the goal. I won't settle for anything less.

Eventually I got enough control to start a circular motion with my wings. I first held them outstretched, to catch air underneath them as I thrust them down. Then, I folded them in as I rolled them back up to the top. From there, I slowly repeated the cycle. It was crude, but I could feel it would work. I might need a flight instructor to actually become proficient in flight. So to start off, I repeated my pattern but I made it just fast enough to lift me off the tree. With a good hover started, I began experimenting with how hard I flapped to both rise and gently descend so that I knew how not to crash. After that, I played with leaning and turning so I could strafe and turn. It was… a work in progress, but it worked. For now.

Once I was more comfortable with flying, I saw I'd worked till dusk. Sighing, I flew back to the branch I woke up on. It was going to be safer there than out in an unknown world where anything could be hostile.

As I lie down, I reflected on my earlier thoughts regarding my new sexual organs. Chances are, if I get fucked, I have no idea what could get me pregnant… but that idea alone, getting pregnant? Well, I may or may not have a kink for women with distended bellies… not fat, just filled with life. One way or another. I barely noticed when I started stroking my slit. I hadn't realized, but I had a habit of jerking off before bed at night. I guess it stayed with me even in this new body. I had to chuckle as I just gave in, starting to slide a finger in. I gasped at the sensation that followed. It was a lot stranger than I was used to. And for some reason, the invasive sensation made my new parts more sensitive than my old equipment. I'd reflexively removed my finger from my surprise, but… I was curious now. I had to find out what it felt like.

Exploring more of my new slit, I felt around until I felt a small nub. If the porn I read was accurate, this was probably my clit. Something some writers compare to a "little miniature penis" under the hood. To be honest, the comparison felt mostly accurate. It was definitely unique, but without that invasive feeling of my fingers in my new hole, it felt a lot like playing with a dick. Definitely pleasurable, if alien. But that got my mind running… how would it feel if I did both? That invasive feeling wasn't entirely unwelcome. I already messed around with sticking things inside me before as a guy. This couldn't be too different, could it?

I stuck my finger back inside my hole. A shiver ran up my spine as I felt how much wetter my pussy had gotten since I started messing around. This was a LOT more different than I expected. Still, at this point I was commited. I could feel a climax building on the metaphorical horizon, and I wanted it. I suppose that was one of my vices. If I didn't cum after I got horny, I'd get really grumpy. So I started rubbing around inside my pussy, trying to get myself worked up, and I used my thumb to put some pressure on my clit. This was just the right combo to force a moan out of my throat. I stopped in surprise as I realized what I just did. I had just moaned… normally I wasn't that sensitive, and I could always reach climax silently. This changes things… if I wanted to cum quietly from now on, I'm gonna need a gag.

Getting back on track, I shook that thought from my head. I'd have to find toys like that later. For now, it's time for cumming. I kept going on my pussy using my fingers for a little while longer. Moaning, while certainly a new experience for me, actually made the experience overall hotter. I could even feel my face flushing as I wondered if any nocturnal creatures could hear me. Luckily, nothing seemed to, or if it did, it wasn't brave enough to confront me about it. I was glad about that, as it let me masturbate uninterrupted.

Eventually, I finally reached that glorious climax told of in legends… and boy did it feel great. When I'd cum as a guy, it usually ended with a pulsing pressure in my head and a hot release feeling in my waist. As a girl, I could feel that hot release throughout my entire body, centered mostly on my waist, chest, and the base of my wings. This was an experience I wouldn't soon forget. The afterglow stayed with me, even as I let a wave of drowsiness settle over me, though a part of my mind was still alert for anything that demanded my attention. With nothing demanding my attention in the next minute I blissfully drifted off into sleep, letting my pussy soak the tree branch with the product of my orgasm.