Tomboy Island

The first thing Alex’s mind registered was a little wet sound.

It sounded like someone was slowly chewing on gum with an open mouth. Usually, that was the kind of sound that created mild annoyance in those who heard it. For Alex, it had entirely different connotations. After a week on this island, he had grown the kind of expectations every man dreamt of but few got to live out. Expectations that a warm, wet, and tingly sensation from his lower body confirmed.

Not opening his eyes, Alex basked in the feeling. As his mind peeled out of the embrace of sleep, his senses started to rise from the dullness of relaxation. The air was of such a perfect temperature that he almost did not feel it at all. No blanket was necessary for him to feel like he was wrapped in one.

Plenty of heat radiated from the women by his side. There were some nebulous memories of waking up in the middle of the night and adjusting the way he was lying, the usual of such things. Still, one of the two women that were nuzzled against his sides was unmistakably Sofia. The texture of her head of wavy hair on his shoulder, the sounds of her breaths, the way she held onto him for comfort, the softness of her small-ish breasts and her overall, comparatively, slender figure among his haremettes all combined to let him know who was to his right.

“...Alex…” the fencer whispered, her voice soft and feminine. She was still asleep, yet snuggled a little deeper onto him. Her flat midriff pressed against his side. His arm was around her. His thumb brushed absent-mindedly over the swing of her hips.

It occurred to Alex how truly huge he now was. Sofia had a timid personality, but at 1,75 metres she was lightly above average in height, for a woman. Now that he was almost 2 metres tall, hugging her with one arm was an easy task.

As was identifying the woman to his left. She was short - really short. With his eyes closed, that narrowed it down to two attendees of his bedroom: the petite, mousey Ashley or the stacked dwarf Kiara. There were 20 centimetres between them, so Alex could have guessed on that dimension alone by concentrating on it a little bit more. The presence of the two massive tits squished against and partly spilling over his chest was all the clue he needed to know it was the stacked PR manager. She must have moved to cuddle him sometime during the night.

Alex was fully awake by now but still kept his eyes closed. The final challenge was to identify who was currently giving his morning wood the veneration he desired. ‘Desire - not deserve,’ he cautioned himself. ‘The only people that get to decide if I deserve what they do for me are my women. Anything else to the contrary is just bedroom play.’

That reminder said to himself, he focused on what he received. Whoever was working his cock had clearly noticed that he had woken up and grew more aggressive accordingly. That, on its own, was a clue. Plenty of women in his harem would have hesitated for a moment when they ‘got caught’ - this one revelled in it. The soft little wet noises became more of an audible slurping, which then mixed with the stirring sounds of the wider harem slowly awakening.

Alex let out a soft groan when lips wrapped around the tip of his cock and slowly pushed down. Whoever it was had some issues getting to the base, which eliminated some more options. Still, it remained a difficult task. Alex had been receiving A LOT of oral attention since they had landed, but that had not been equally distributed. Not only was there a discrepancy in when he had met each of the women but there were some of his haremettes that loved giving head and some that had scarcely any experience in it. That all were willing did not mean all wanted to do it to the same degree of enthusiasm.

Alex’s cock left the throat of the proactive morning cumdump swiftly. The woman coughed, licked the length of his shaft as she recovered, and then went back at it. As she went down, a new twitch betrayed the presence of a subdued gag reflex. Her tongue pressed against his sensitive spots with familiarity, but not quite expert skill.

‘Can’t be Sara, she wouldn’t even be able to take it that deep,’ Alex started to go through his roster of women. ‘Not Jane either. Sofia and Kiara are obviously out.’ He gave the bottoms of the two women a squeeze, feeling the difference between an ocean of squish and a nice, little apple bottom. ‘Ashley could do it, but she wouldn’t be that bold on her own. Can’t be Tess either, her tits would be brushing against my thighs. Blair, Selana and Amethyst all are better at sucking cock than whoever is serving me right now…’ 

Groaning again, Alex let that woman know that she was doing a wonderful job regardless. He would have put out a compliment, but then he would have known if it was Astrid with her heavy praise kink. The woman giggled a little bit, the sound joining the little moans that serving him created.

‘Someone with a relatively sensitive throat,’ Alex narrowed it down further. ‘Enough to enjoy giving head physically, not as much as Janette though. Janette would be bobbing intensely to get that itch at the back of her mouth scratched.’

Back in the normal world, Alex had only ever met one woman who could climax from giving head and even then that had required some supportive stimulation. It was exceptionally rare in the mundane realm, but Alex felt like he would find it quite regularly here. Amethyst had a throat as sensitive as her cunt. Janette had developed something similar after growing her wooden horns. The trend was likely to continue.

‘It's not Yahui, I would feel the temperature,’ Alex continued. ‘Evelyn would have already said something. Astrid and Valeria aren’t quite this good… so that leaves Charlotte!’

Alex opened his eyes to find the French tomboy looking up at him. There was love and desire in those green eyes. The brown fox ears on top of her head, rising from the short hair, perked up in reaction to his attention. A smile played around the corner of the pink lips, which were otherwise occupied, stretched around his girthy manhood.

“You’ve come a distance from being a slut that refused to swallow my cum,” Alex teased her in a deep, quiet tone.

Coming up slowly, Charlotte released the suction on his cock with a loud pop. She was still stroking him as she answered, refusing to let his erection go unserviced. “You fucked that mistake right out of me, Master.” The playful purr made Alex’s cock twitch. The Olympic swimmer turned fox girl smirked at the reaction and gave the tip a mischievous poke.  

She was a submissive, for certain, a dream woman with a tan line, without a doubt, a good girl serving her Master first thing in the morning, evidently, and she was still herself. His Charlotte was still the woman he had crash landed with, licking his cock not because that was expected of her as his ‘sex slave’ but because she wanted to do it.

“Want your private slut to keep serving you?” she teased.

“Yes,” Alex groaned.

“Ya really, really want your private slut to suck your big, hard, throbbing cock?” She stroked his manhood slowly, keeping up the pressure without getting him closer to release.

Alex gave her a warning glare. Had his hands not been occupied with the groping of round behinds, he would have placed one between those adorable ears of hers and shoved her down.

Snickering, Charlotte whispered, “Ya could just say yes, Master,” and wrapped her lips around his cock again. As swiftly as she was able, she stuffed all of his length back down the comfort hole. The position prevented her from taking it all in, but most was enough.

The first orgasm of the day felt like he was taking the lid off a pressurized canister. All of the cum that his superhuman libido churned out during the night finally had an outlet. Alex hadn’t even felt how necessary it was until the first rope of his divine seed pumped down Charlotte’s throat.

That she did not have the necessary sensitivity to her throat to climax from sucking cock hardly mattered when his very own cum created the same reaction. Between the dancing dots that filled his field of view, Alex caught the short-lived expression of eager anticipation on Charlotte’s cock-sucking face, followed swiftly by the display of her eyelids fluttering. Any attempt to keep the volume low was eliminated by the involuntary, muffled cry of a cumdump climaxing while her dom’s cum filled her stomach.

Charlotte’s bubble butt was swaying behind her, her whole body trembling while his balls kept tightening and shooting more of his enormous morning load. By male standards, the orgasm lasted quite a while. Even when he was reduced to the last droplets getting milked from his shaft by her tight lips, Charlotte was still quivering and marking the white sheets with her gushing juices.

“I may get addicted to this,” Alex groaned after the French tomboy had removed herself from his cock.

“I am just that good?” Charlotte’s tongue circled her lips to find any drops she may have missed.

“You’re just that greedy,” Tess threw in.

“Ain’t no rule that we have to share the morning load,” Charlotte pushed back, then looked to Alex. “Is there?”

The man of the island shook his head. He wasn’t going to outright say ‘first come, first serve’, but he also wasn’t going to say anything rigid. 

“There isn’t enough for everyone in one serving anyway,” Janette stated bluntly and stretched. As she did, Alex’s eyes fell on her breasts. A natural response to any kind of boobs going through the wonderful motions of getting lifted along with raised arms and then falling back down after the stretch had run its course. In this case, there was a little more to it though. Janette also noticed and cupped the tanned, decently-sized mounds.

They had been small last night.

“Another change to me - is the island telling me I was inadequate?” the judo master asked. Her tone was as matter of fact than ever, masking any deeper feeling she may have had on that. Alex believed there wasn’t much to dig into anyway. She was just making a joke in her way.

“I think you’re as lovely now as you were last night,” he told her.

For some reason, that simple comment hit the mark. Alex couldn’t claim he got what women wanted, just as little as he understood why a casual pun was sometimes groan-inducing and sometimes the funniest thing he had ever heard. All he knew was that he liked seeing the composed woman blush and turn her head away.

“Cheapskate,” she mumbled.

One transformation spotted, Alex scanned over the rest of the bedroom. All of his haremettes were some kind of awake by now. Some were still drowsy, but at least sitting upright.

Before Alex could spot any other changes in his harem, his attention became fixed on the blobs of liquid, black flesh that he had brought into this world the day before. Each of them was assigned to one of his women. There was some faint connection to them that he had, putting his control a level above. It wasn’t that Alex had suddenly started to trust the Lovecraftian, just that he knew they were his servants through magic.

After hurrying out of the room, the amorphous blobs rolled back in like a grotesquely cute mix of small butler, slug and ooze. A tendril above their head ended up in a hardened cup, in it water that they had gotten from the water stream within their house tree.

The ooze that delivered one such cup to Charlotte also had one for Alex. He took it, the black material separating from the liquid servant once he held it firmly. After he had emptied the container, it crumbled away into nothingness. ‘Too short lived to make anything out of, but convenient regardless,’ he thought.

Hydrated, he returned to scanning his harem. By then, the work had essentially been done for him, the ladies of his love clustering around those that they had found changed. The first to catch his eye was Astrid. The change that had occurred to her was flashy: a bright blue butterfly mark prominently displayed on the skin of her back. Vibrant colours and a slight motion of the black veins that spread over the cobalt and azure made it clear that it was no regular tattoo.

“I can’t see it!” Astrid’s lamentation was too exaggerated to be serious. “Somebody have a double mirror or something?”

The question was initially answered by shaken heads. Two of the blobs, however, wordlessly responded to the request by turning their bodies into polished black surfaces. Not perfect mirrors, but good enough that Astrid could catch a glimpse of her change.

“Huh, that’s neat,” she commented. “Wasn’t serious about it, but thanks little dudes.” The two servants returned to their previous states and then joined the others along the wall. When they weren’t needed, the ooze turned into thin, black rectangles that could be easily mistaken as decorative tiles.

“I wonder what that is indicative of?” Kiara asked, crawling over from her spot next to Alex to take a closer look at Astrid. “Are you turning into some kind of insect woman? I don’t think I can market that.”

“Not gonna lie, having an exoskeleton sounds pretty convenient,” Astrid answered, “but I don’t think that’s it. I feel more… whimsy.”

“Oh fuck, she’s turning into a fairy,” Selana groaned. “Lock away your valuables. Don’t give her anything she asks for!”

There were some chuckles. Janette put a hand on the bedroom wall. “Contact with fairies has only given us good things so far.”

“True,” the mountain biker gave immediately. “Was just a joke anyway.”

Astrid raised a hand and put the other on her heart. “I swear that I won’t take any of your names. Also, if I ever say ‘give me that cock’, I guarantee you that I won’t turn our dude into a eunuch.”

“I don’t think the book would sell as well if we changed genres to futanari after the first two volumes,” Ashley mumbled, typing away on an imagined keyboard. “Bad marketing decision.”

“Uhm, what’s a futanari?” Sara asked.

“A dick girl,” Selana answered swiftly. “Personally, I think it’s hot.”

“You’ll have to keep it in the realm of fantasy,” Alex told her. “I’m not handing over my dick.”

The enormously endowed Latina waved off with a smirk. “Didn’t expect you to anyway. More out of curiosity than anything, if there was a way for us to get a futa without you losing your dick, would you even want that around?”

Alex’s instinctive reaction was to make a sour face. “Greedy of me, I know, but I would much prefer being the only cock around.” As he spoke, Niara wordlessly moved her ebony curves towards him. After crawling up to him, the slender runner just started to play with his still half-erect cock. It was amusing and quite endearing. “Even if we added the caveat that it’s basically just a glorified strap-on, it would feel weird to me.”

Selana nodded, her question answered. “Not gonna lie, I would like to get fucked by a futa on a purely kinky basis, but what you say goes.”

“Now I am curious, are normal strap-ons okay?” Astrid asked.

“As long as they’re not used on me,” Alex answered in a relaxed tone. Niara was sniffing and stroking his cock, giving it the occasional kiss or lick.

Scratching the back of her head, Astrid ultimately shrugged. “Can’t say I get where the line is, but I’m not a dude so whatever.”

Purple arms wrapped around Alex’s neck from behind. Amethyst’s warm, liquid curves pressed against his back. “Important is that our Mongrel Master is comfortable,” the slime cooed. “We only need his supreme cock and wonderful dominance.”

Shaking his head, Alex chuckled. “You’re still calling me a mongrel.” He turned his head to give her a kiss.

“Sorry,” the tomboy slime apologized, then received his affection.

Amethyst’s words were met with universal agreement. Everyone understood that being in a relationship came with limitations. By the nature of their relationship, Alex had way less of them. He was the only man and he was the definitive head of the household and the bedroom. To use an older word, he was the patriarch and what he wanted he most likely got, especially in the realm of sexual fantasies.

That being said, they had agreed to this. Doubtlessly, he was the primary benefactor of the harem lifestyle, but these perverted tomboys around him obviously loved it as well. Even the members that had been sluts before meeting him, having done a thing or ten that Alex would never let them do again, chose this over what they could have.

Important was that everyone was on the same page on respecting boundaries, even if they did not always get why those boundaries existed.

Alex’s eyes wandered to the next cluster of women. Sat between Tess and Sofia, Jane sat with her arms crossed. A typical pose for a woman that had changed very little, yet the change that had occurred was enough to make Alex’s cock, already rising from Niara’s attention, go to full mast instantly.

Pointy ears.

The tanned redhead from northern Ireland had grown pointy ears. The change was so minute compared to what others had shown and yet it was a deep cut into Alex’s desire. His friend had turned into an elf and somehow that made all of her curves, that much hotter to look at.

Noticing his stare, Jane stood up and put a hand on her hips. “See something you like?” she asked, her tone and expression completely serious.

“Too much to put into words,” Alex answered immediately, gesturing at the room at large. At the end of the motion, he put the hand on Niara’s head. He felt little bumps under his palm, like densely matted hair. That was a sign of animal ears growing. Charlotte’s hair had been similar. “How about you join Niara in giving me a blowjob?” he suggested.

Jane hesitated, watching the African woman do her work. She was awkward about it. Not terribly awkward, but certainly restrained by a lack of experience and familiarity with the sensations.

“No time to learn like the present,” Alex nudged her.

“You’re right,” Jane agreed and started walking.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, slave? You’re right…?”

Jane blushed intensely. Often they talked like they always had, at others, Alex pushed his redheaded friend further towards this new relationship they had. He found it exhilarating to watch this woman that he loved to banter with, who he knew was as competent as she was gorgeous, realize that she liked taking a position under him as much as he liked putting her in it.

“You’re right, Master.” Jane practically breathed those words, her voice an aroused whisper. She cleared her throat and repeated firmly. “You’re right, Master.”

Nodding approvingly, he waved her closer and soon Niara and Jane were working his cock together. Neither of them was good at it, but they were improving and that was what mattered. Their tongues failed to find and prod his sensitive spots. Their gag reflex prevented them from going more than a third of the way down. Regardless of that, watching them try was incredibly hot.

“You’re totally getting off on having an elf suck your cock, aren’t you?” Jane teased him, while it was Niara’s turn to try and go deeper than before.

“Just try to kink shame me,” Alex challenged her.

Dry and accusatory, Jane did, “Elf lover. My people don’t exist to be objectified by you.”

“Elves are cocksleeves,” he responded with equal seriousness. “That is their purpose.”

A staring match ensued. Had he known her less, he would have thought Jane was genuinely annoyed with him. The fact of the matter was that, when Niara backed away, the redheaded elf surrendered and dedicated her efforts to trying to get him in her throat. She failed, but that hardly mattered.

The last of the total of four women that had changed that morning was Valeria. Like Evelyn and Janette before her, it appeared that whatever force was guiding these evolutions had decided that she, too, should have at least some hair to cover the base of her new animal ears.

Personally, Alex had liked the buzz cuts, but there was no denying that they looked better without the fuzzy ears coming from a shaved head. Valeria could have had basically any hairstyle though. The half-Latina, half-black woman was just that hot, her tall hourglass figure and those incredibly shapely, large breasts drawing and keeping his attention. “Men,” the American tomboy drily joked, all the while displaying herself for his viewing pleasure.

“You know who you belong to.” Alex’s dom voice had a larger effect than he anticipated. Valeria showing a slight shiver was expected, the whole room reacting as if he had just released an aphrodisiac into the air wasn’t. For a moment he thought he had discovered another new supernatural effect. The truth was much simpler.

They were just horny for a morning orgy.

Twenty minutes of chaotic and often sapphic engagements later, they managed to leave the bedroom.