Hello Hello!
This was a request from JBlaser!
Thanks for the idea!
Just a little context, Dipper is aged up and visiting the falls. Hes spending the day at Pacifica's house, where there is a collection of strange flowers in the garden.
Word count: 3,023
TW: Slight discussion of gore at the beginning
Kinks: Gender swapping, first time, squirting, noise/moaning
The chatter of the tv echoed through the arching ceilings of the NorthWest mansion, broken only by bursts of laughter. Dipper and Pacifica were sat on an overstuffed couch, popcorn between them.
"I can't believe people thought this was scary." Pacifica said, grinning. An old zombie movie was playing on the massive tv in front of them, tinny screams and wet squelching blasting from the speakers.
"Once you've seen real zombies, nothing can scare you." Dipper said. A young blonde woman tripped, and began to dramatically be ripped apart onscreen. "That blood is just pasta sauce!" Dipper shouted, and the two of them burst out laughing, popcorn spilling everywhere. "Shit, sorry." Dipper said, scooping the popcorn off the ground and back into the bowl.
"You're good, i can make more." Pacifica said, getting up and gesturing for Dipper to follow her to the kitchen. Dipper looked around at the house as they walked, admiring the modern decor.
"It looks really good in here." He said as they made their way into the kitchen. "Is it new?" Pacifica nodded, smiling.
"Yeah. I designed and renovated most of the house over the past few summers with the help of Wendy's family and Grenda." Dipped nodded, dumping the floor popcorn into the garbage. Pacifica opened a massive pantry and pulled out a basket of microwave popcorn bags. "Pick your poison." Dipper looked through the bag, eyebrows raised.
"Since when do they make so many flavors of popcorn?" He said, making Pacifica laugh. He tossed a bag of caramel popcorn into the microwave and turned it on. "So what else have you redone?" Pacifica leaned against the counter, letting her head fall back as she thought.
"Most of the bathrooms, a couple guestrooms, the kitchen and living room, and...I'm currently working on the garden."
"Ooh, can I see?" Pacifica beamed, nodding.
"Yeah! Come on, the popcorn can wait." dipper followed her through the mansion and through a pair of massive sliding doors onto a large patio. Around the patio sprawled a massive flower garden, with dozens of colors and hundreds of species. Dipper stared in awe at the beds of flowers. There were a lot that hadn't been planted yet, it was clear that the garden was a work in progress. But a bed in the back, near the fence drew Dipper's attention. He wove through the beds and discarded pots, followed closely by Pacifica.
Before him was a bed of various flowers, all of which were emitting a strange haze.
"Those are all magical flowers." Pacifica said. "They're really rare, I've been doing research and found them in the woods. I've been trying to find ways to make more, but I haven't figured it out yet." Dipper nodded and reached forwards towards one with light pink petals that seemed to have a faint silver glow.
"Don't touch that!" Pacifica shouted, lunging forward. Dipper, too enthralled by his own curiosity, didn't hear her protests and grabbed it.
There was a bright flash, and Dipper started to feel weird. It was as if his skin was moving, shifting over his body. It wasn't painful, but it was certainly strange. The light faded, and dipped blinked a few times. He turned to look at Pacifica, who was staring at him, jaw on the floor.
"What was that light about?" Dipper said. Except it wasn't Dipper's voice. It was higher and softer. "What the hell?" Dipper said, looking at the flower. Then he noticed his body. He was still slim, but under his baggy shirt there was a pair of breasts, and his now defined hips were stretching his slim jeans. His fingers were longer, they looked graceful wrapped around the flower.
"I told you not to touch it!" Pacifica yelled, watching Dipper drop the flower and begin to freak out.
"You didn't tell me this would happen!" Dipper shouted back, his arms crossed tightly over his new chest.
"I didn't get the chance!" Dipped groaned, looking down at the flower. "It's ok. The effects wear off after a while." Pacifica said, walking to Dipper and putting her hands reassuringly on his slim shoulders.
"How long is a while?" Dipper said, narrowing his eyes at her.
"Um...a few hours."
"HOURS?" Dipper shouted, throwing his hands into the air.
"It's ok! It's ok! You can stay here till it fades, ok? We have plenty of time. We have all the time in the world to wait." Dipper sighed.
"Fine." Pacifica smiled.
"And while we're waiting, we might as well stay occupied." Dipper raised an eyebrow at Pacifica. "C'mon."
XOXOXOX
"You can't possibly be serious." Dipper said. He was standing in Pacifica's massive walk in closet, and he couldn't possibly have been more out of his element. Pacifica was standing in front of him, holding out a cropped purple tank top and a pair of very short jean shorts.
"I am very serious." Pacifica said, tossing the clothes onto a large, soft ottoman in the center of the room. "I'm going to come back in ten minutes, and you better be dressed." Pacifica left the closet, closing the dark wood door behind her.
Dipper looked down at the clothes, which had been tossed next to a pair of wedge sandals, a pair of purple panties, and a bra. Dipper could tell just by looking at it that the bra was too big, but the rest looked alright. He pulled off his hoodie, and gently tugged off his shirt. His heart was pounding as he stepped in front of a full length mirror. He really had changed. He stared at himself, at his chest. He slid his hands up his body, feeling them slowly. They were a bit bigger than he could hold with one hand, and they were soft. He was surprised by how sensitive they were. He dragged his thumb over his nipples, but stopped when he felt a foreign ache between his legs.
And that's when he realized.
He changed there, too. He scrambled to pull his jeans and boxer shorts off, throwing them to the side. He stood there, in awe as he stared at his new body. His slim waist widened into defined hips, with deep hip dips. His thighs were smooth and soft, and there was a patch of hair between his legs. He slid his hand down his stomach, and then pulled his hand away, turning back to the ottoman.
"Nonono, not right now." Dipper pulled on the tank top and reached for the underwear, but stopped. He turned back to the mirror, staring at himself again. "I mean...why not?" He knelt in front of the mirror and slowly spread his legs, his heart racing as he saw himself. Surrounded by soft dark hair were two, perfect pink lips. He slowly reached between his legs, and with two fingers, spread them slowly.
A small pink clit poked out from between his lips, and his slit was tight and wet. He stroked his finger over it slowly, shivering. It was so sensitive, he-
"Hey, how's it going in there?" Pacifica shouted through the door. Dipper shot to his feet, grabbing the panties and pulling them on.
"G-good!" He yelped as he stumbled into the shorts. He buttoned the fly and opened the door. Pacifica recoiled, a smirk pulling at her lips.
"Alright. You look good!" Pacifica said. Dipper looked down, admiring how the shorts hugged his thighs. "Now come on. Time to do your makeup."
Dipper sat at a pristine vanity table, ogling himself in the mirror. His short hair framed his soft face, his lips plumper and his eyebrows slimmer. He had long lashes and rounder cheeks, and his nose was smaller, rounder. He looked a bit like Mabel, but leaner. More angular. Pacifica stood behind him, her hands on his shoulders.
"Ready?" Dipper frowned, looking at Pacifica through the mirror.
"Do I have to?" Pafica's jaw dropped, and she smiled.
"Are you serious? Of course you do!" Dipper rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Fine." Pacifica clapped her hands, grinning. Dipper watched her as she began to rummage through the shelf of drawers next to the vanity, her arms becoming a flurry of motion as she picked makeup product after makeup product to paint onto Dipper's face. She had a wide smile on her face, and Dipper couldn't help but feel his heart flutter.
At least I know I still like girls. He thought to himself as he admired Pacifica.
"So, I'm only going to use a light coverage foundation, cause you're a bit paler than I am, but hopefully some bronzer will-" Dipper zoned out as soon as Pacifica began spouting makeup jargon he wasn't going to even try to understand. But having his makeup done felt nice. Her hands were gentle, and the moisturizers she put on his skin made it feel nice. Maybe Mabel was right about how dry his skin was getting. "-natural smoky look for your eyes, nothing too fancy." Pacifica continued on as she layered product after product onto Dipper's skin.
"Please don't gouge my eyes out with that."Dipper joked as Pacifica approached his face with a mascara wand.
"I know what I'm doing, Pines." Pacifica said, scowling at him. He chuckled as she applied copious amounts of mascara. "Alright. What do you think?" Dipper blinked, having trouble believing what he was seeing.
His cheeks were a soft pink, his features smoothed and sculpted. A bronze eye shadow dusted his lids and his lashes arced longer than he'd ever seen them.
"Holy shit." Dipper said.
"Aren't you going to thank me for my beautiful work?" Pacifica said, admiring his face.
"T-thanks." Dipper said, a smile spreading across his face. "This is so unreal." Pacifica smirked, side eyeing him.
"I'm sure there are some other things you want to look at, aren't there?" Dipper's heart pounded against his ribs, and he felt his ears turning pink.
"Um, I. Uh." Pacifica smiled.
"I'll leave you be so you can do that. Let me know if you need help, haha!" She turned and started to walk to the door, but Dipper grabbed her arm.
"I...I need help. I don't know what to do." Dipper said, his face beet red. Pacifica blushed and smiled.
"Really?" Dipper nodded.
"If...if that's ok." Pacifica helped Dipper stand, and looked up at him.
"Of course, Dipper. C'mon." Pacifica led him back to her closet and closed the door behind her. She pushed the large cushioned ottoman closet to the mirrors, and pointed for Dipper to sit on the edge. "Undress and take a seat." Dipper did so, and he perched himself on the edge facing the mirrors. He was holding his legs together tight, and the reality of his situation began to set in as he felt his nipples harden against the cool air. Pacifica could see how flustered he was, and paused. "We don't have to do this, Dip." She said kindly. Dipper shook his head.
"N-no, I want to." I want a pretty girl to touch me. Dipper thought to himself. Pacifica smiled and sat to the right of him, leaning back on her left hand and gently putting her right hand on his thigh.
"Go ahead and spread your legs, love." The nickname sent a shiver up Dipper's spine, and he eagerly obeyed, spreading his legs. "Oh, wow." Pacifica sighed, admiring him. "It's so perfect." Dipper felt his face flush. He had to agree. His lips were pink and smooth, his slit tight and wet.
"Um, how do I, um." Pacifica smiled.
"How do you what?" Pacifica knew what Dipper wanted, but she enjoyed how flustered he was getting.
"Touch myself." Dipper muttered, looking away.
"You want to know how to masturbate?" Dipper nodded. There was a deep ache growing between his legs, and he felt like he would burst if he didn't do something about it soon. "It's different for everyone." Pacifica said, and Dipper turned back to look at her. "It just depends on your body. Some people can finish from just penetration, some people can come from just touching their clit, and some people can do both. You just gotta figure it out." Dipper opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, and he closed it. "Is that what you want help with?" Dipper nodded. Pacifica smiled and stood, walking over to the dresser in the corner of the room. She bent over and opened the bottom drawer, rummaging around for something.
While she was searching, Dipper caught himself staring at her. The way she was bent over, he could see right between her legs. She was wearing shorts, but he could see the outline of her panties through the denim. The ache between his thighs grew more intense, and he couldn't keep from letting out a small whine.
"Oh?" Pacifica laughed, standing up and looking over her shoulder. Dipper looked away hurriedly, trying to pretend like nothing happened. Pacifica laughed and bent back over, this time slower. "Like what you see?"
Dipper nodded and let out a weak "uhuh" before she finally found what she was looking for. Pacifica stood and turned, with a cordless vibrator wand in one hand, and a blue dildo in the other. "Oh, fuck." Dipper groaned, squeezing his thighs together as the ache sent a sharp twinge through his stomach, and he felt his clit throb.
"Are these ok?" Pacifica said, realizing she might be moving a bit too fast. "We don't have to use anything. And I have smaller toys, if you-" Dipper shook his head, his cheeks flushed.
"Those are perfect." He spread his thighs again, beckoning Pacifica forward. She sat behind him again, and this time he leaned against her. He rested his head in the nape of her neck, taking in her perfume. "Is this ok?" He muttered. Pacifica smiled and nodded, putting one hand on his waist and pulling him closer.
She sat behind him, her legs folded beneath her, Dipper's slim body nestled between them. His legs were spread wide as he perched on the edge of the ottoman. Pacifica slid her right hand between his legs and pulled his dripping pussy lips apart slowly. A thick stream of slick dripped to the floor, and Pacifica had to bite back a groan.
"I was wondering if you might need lube, but I think you already have that covered." Dipper stared at himself, almost in awe of what he was seeing. Pacifica held the dildo by it's base and rubbed the tip against Dipper's slit. "Alright, I'm gonna push." Pacifica warned. "Tell me if it hurts."
"Ok." Dipper squeaked as the tip pushed into his slick hole.
The head of the dildo was wider than the rest of it, and Dipper's hips bucked a little when it popped inside. He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes closed, gripping Pacifica's thigh. She stopped pushing, giving Dipper a moment to catch his breath. It felt so strange, having something inside him like that. It wasn't the same as the few times he had tried anal, it was so foreign.
And holy SHIT did it feel amazing.
Dipper let go of Pacifica's thigh and ground his hips against the toy, unable to hold back a moan when he felt the head shift inside him. Pacifica pushed gently, and Dipper groaned through his clenched jaw as the toy sank deeper and deeper into his body. He peeked his eyes open, watching until there were only about two inches of the toy left outside.
"God." Dipper gasped as Pacifica began to pull the toy out. She stopped right as the swollen head began to stretch his hole again, and than pushed the toy back inside, quicker this time. Dipper yelped, throwing his head back.
"Too hard?" Pacifica asked. Dipper shook his head, taking a deep breath.
"No, don't stop." Pacifica smiled, and started thrusting the toy in and out slowly, enjoying the noises Dipper was making.
Dipper's head was swimming with pleasure, and he had long since given up on staying quiet. Moans and whimpers tumbled from his lips, accompanied by the wet slapping of the toy as it stretched his tight pussy. pressure was building in his stomach, and he knew he was getting close. But when he tried to say something, he couldn't form words, and just moaned incoherently.
But Pacifica could tell he was getting close by how his thighs were trembling. She reached around his body and pressed her thumb against his swollen clit. Dipper's hips bucked, and she began to trace slow circles around it. She could feel it throbbing against her finger.
"Oh, fuck oh fuck oh fUCK!" Dipper screamed, throwing his head back as the pressure in his stomach finally released. His body shook and his hips bucked, stars dancing in his eyes as an orgasm more intense than anything he'd ever felt tore through his body. Pacifica kept playing with his clit, but pulled the toy out, watching wide eyed as Dipper's pussy clenched rhythmically, squirt pouring out of it. It dripped onto the floor as Dipper came, his body trembling for what felt like ages.
Once the shaking stopped, Dipper slumped against Pacifica, breathing heavily.
"Oh my god." He muttered, smiling. Pacifica kissed his forehead gently, smiling.
"Think you have it in you to do that again?"