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> Montague (Fortnite) x Nolan Chance (Fortnite lmfaooo)

>> Smut / Masturbation & Groping, Gender Bent, Alt Universe

>>> 2k Words

>>>> fake ass “ friends” - hope yall enjoy this :smug: :flushed:

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“ … So… You’re a woman?”, Montague asked confusingly.

Chance sat in the office sofa, quietly, trying to gather is thoughts in one simple explanation.

For what had happen, she woke up from her sleep. Everything seemed normal though she was experiencing a bit of back pain as well as her night shirt not fitting appropriately.

She seemed unbothered up until she saw herself in the reflection to find her appearance had changed as a woman.

Filled with confusion, she thought her boyfriend would understand the problem but Montague was just as confused as she was.

Using her hands, she did the best to respond calmly, “ Aah- Yes..?”

Montague’s eyebrow raised in suspicion, “ How did you not notice when you first woke up?”

“ I was sort of in a daze, Monty… I thought the back problem was from a bad sleeping posture.”

“ Yeah, but you didn’t feel your hands touching your tits while you were sleeping?”

Nolan shut her mouth to not speak anymore. Not knowing what to say, she gave off a confused nod while raising her shoulders alongside.

Montague sighed exhaustingly. Never in his 42 years of living would he experience his lover turn to the opposite sex. But, maybe he could handle it… somehow.

The French sat down on his office chair, placing his right hand on his forehead, understanding the severity of the issue. Rubbing from an unknown headache.

Meanwhile, Nolan sat in disappointment that she put her lover in this situation. Thinking its best to call it quits in their relationship since it seemed like the best solution to something like this.

But, she scraped the plan & maybe what they both needed was a little reassurance.

Chance held Montague’s untaken hand, causing the man to cut off his day dreaming & look above to view his lover in face. Despite being a woman, he still saw the same silly & ambitious person he fell for when Nolan started working for him. The love he had for her didn’t go away.

Montague took out his other hand to embracingly hold onto their hands.

Soothingly petting, it felt out of touch from Montague’s perspective. Chance’s hands felt smaller & smooth than the usual semi-rough touch.

Nolan needed to speak. Though felt held back, watching her beloved observe her hands.

“ I know this is a huge change. But…”, she spoke softly.

Montague looked above, no longer paying attention to how petite his new lover looked. His heterochromia eyes filled with anticipation, giving Nolan some sort of confidence to continue.

“ But, we can get through this. This might be temporary… Or not, I’m unsure. What I need now is you.”

Chance felt her voice quiver in fear. Not understanding how her lover would react or not. Seems to be going well since he isn’t retaliating.

“ I need you here with me. I’m as confused as you are, but what matters is if you’ll always be here for me. During my worst..”

She looked down on her teal pants, rubbing in between her thighs, still holding onto Montague.

About a minute or two has passed, Chance felt her hands tighten up. Her direction immediately changed as she looked into the French guy’s face.

His face lit up as, removing one of his hands to gently brush off Chance’s frosted tips to get a better view of her face… Leaving with a gentle soothe in the face. It felt comforting.

Clearing his voice, “ Don’t worry. I’m not leaving you. Never.”

Montague’s thumb gently touched Nolan’s lips. Slowly massaging, feeling his lover breath in his smell despite coming from his hand.

“ Mmm… Thank you, Montague.”

He continued shifting his hand to fondling with his lover’s new hairstyle. Playing around & touching her chopped frosted tips. Nolan felt her body increase, leaving her thighs to continue rubbing each other… It felt weird not having her cock fully erected but something wet down caused for alarm.

Nolan wasn’t sure how to tell Montague that she’s feeling a bit aroused. Questioning if her love would like to view her nude body.

Suddenly it felt like he read her mind, as Montague rose from his chair, breaking physical contact leaving Nolan confused for whats fo come.

Standing, he gave a small smile in admiration, “ Sorry… It’s feeling a bit hot.”

“ Aha.. Yeah it is…”, Chance chuckled awkwardly.

She removed her hands from the desk & leaving them in her lap. Feeling her heart in her head, as she peered to view her beloved walking around the desk & to her direction.

Montague placed both his hands onto her shoulder. Massaging to help her wash away any discomfort… Nolan couldn’t help but let her voice out.

Softly moaning in pleasure, she knew her body felt hotter than before. Refusing to give in the urge to indulge in pleasing herself, Nolan gave in as she guided her right hand down her crotch to twirl it clockwise.

It became visible that her pants were soaked in her love juices. She felt her head was in the sky, moaning aloud in such a lewd manner, meanwhile Montague lowered his hands to remove the bulletproof vest Nolan always wore.

“ You’re really enjoying yourself, huh?”, Montague whispered leaving goosebumps on Nolan.

Trying so hard to grab ahold of reality, “ Eh… It feels weird..”

“ Hmph~ I haven’t done much & it you’re wetter than the ocean.”

“ … Monty…”, sticking out her tongue, not holding back, Montague gave in to this desperate treatment.

Nolan felt her entire mouth being taken as she fiddles herself, imagining how it be like to get cream-pied deep inside her womb. She wants to feel Montague’s size violently thrusting deep inside of her as she please for more. The burning sensation has morphed her into a bitch in heat.

Taking out her lips, all but leaving a thick trail of saliva, Nolan huffed & puffed harshly. Montague looked down on her, carrying a vindictive grin, as his eye direction slowly shifts to Chance’s enlarged breasts peeping out of her teal suit.

Confused, Nolan looked down to see her vest taken off. Feeling like a mess, she couldn’t get her head out of the clouds as her body slowly feels like jelly… Though she felt comfort that she’s now in the hands of his lover.

She felt her cheek being gently brushed, causing her to squeal erotically, she looked above to see the heterochromia individual.

“ I wonder how tight your grip is when we do-“

“ Can we..?”

“ Can we what?”

Nolan looked down in embarrassment, expecting Montague to know what exactly she wanted. Her lover looked below. Tempted to fondle her chest, he began to grip onto Nolan’s shoulders. Still standing behind her, his hands began to flow down where Chance’s tits were.

Anticipation grew more & more, Nolan grew tired of the constant taunting, forcefully guiding the French’s hands onto herself.

Montague smirked from the sudden pace, he knew Nolan was loosing patience but wanted to go further to see where it might take them.

The ugly suit she was wearing became a bother on the older man, massaging her chest made the brunette moan in pleasure, removing a couple of buttons from the first layer, it was revealed that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“ You aren’t wearing a bra?”, he asked confusingly.

Nolan looked above in a straight face, trying to keep her voice in, “ Haah.. Wha… What did you expect- ngahh…”

“ I don’t know- thought your friends would lend you some.”

Cupping both tits, Montague leaned forward, feeling his amulet touch Nolan’s head as he continued fondling them in an erotic manner. Using his olive skinned fingers to stimulate the nipple, growing more needier to feel inside his new lover’s body with every moan he created from his touch.

Nolan began touching herself again, the throbbing motion she felt from her cunt drove her insane, unbuckling her ugly teal pants, revealing her boxers wet in love juices.

She felt her lover from above stare at her sensitive body, feeling the sudden motion of his white button up shirt being fiddled, Chance panicked a bit.

“ Wh- What are you doing, Monty?”, she spoke in a fidgety tone.

He stopped his tracks, opening his lovers shirt to show off the pair of tits. Nolan felt her face burning when she saw them, getting a better feel as Montague placed his fingerless gloved hands on them once again. Massaging, pulling on his nipples to increase his sensitivity as well as slapping them a bit. Nolan moaned from the sudden treatment.

Feeling his amulet hit his lovers hair, “ I thought they would look nice if they were out.”

His left hand lowered its direction to separate Chance’s thighs, giving a small push to get a better look at his lover’s cunt flooding.

Nolan grew impatient, guiding Montague’s hand to her crotch, making first contact to it.

The French man resisted but his lover disagreed. His index & middle made way, slowly creeping inside, meanwhile his other hand grasped on Chance’s boob.

Moving up & down with his fingers, it felt wet & warm… He needed to be inside of her. The constant splashes & lewd noises his lover cried out, made Montague grow anticipated as well. Feeling his lover gently soothe his hand to go deeper, he obliges as they made way inside Nolan.

Chance moaned loudly, loud enough where Montague’s guards could hear from the end, as she raised her child bearing hips from the sofa so her lover could reach in deeper.

Shocked, Montague continued digging deeper, thrusting his fingers in & out as Nolan grasped harder onto his thick winter coat, moaning Montague’s name under her breathe. He was amazed at how badly Nolan wanted to feel, yet what did he expect when the two are clearly dating.

Despite the voice change, the French man didn’t mind knowing it was his lover who’s speaking. He enjoyed how deeply his lover was in. But it seems he’s deep in as well.

Feeling her grip tighten up & voice increasing, Montague slowed down the pace, taking out the wet fingers. Revealing it to Nolan, whom by now is very upset that the treatment had stopped. She stared at the drenched finger.

“ Wh.. Why did you stop..?”, Chance asked as she puffed.

She saw the fingers slowly raise to Montague’s mouth level, taking in the index than the middle in a lewd manner. Licking it very well using his entire mouth, he savored the taste as he took it out to show a small trail of his own saliva. Intertwining in one another.

Placing it down to Chance’s other breast, feeling the massage as she quivered lewdly.

“ You were gonna come. I’m not letting that happen..”

“ You’re very cruel, you know that right?”

Montague chuckled, causing Nolan to startle a bit, yet his gaze remained on the lewd body.

“ We can pretend you don’t like it, mkay~?”

Nolan looked over her shoulder, “ I guess…”

Whimpering, she felt her lover’s index & thumb pinching her nipple. She still felt warm & sensitive down there, & needed a way to relief herself… Wanting it more & more as she bears this treatment. One of the hands was removed, guiding her soft skinned chin to meet Montague’s loving gaze.

They shared a kiss, feeling the love the moment they touched lips. It felt nice to the French the moment his were greeted by the soft & semi-plumped lips his beloved now bear. Nolan had wished for the kissing to continue.

Brushing the long hair off the side, while still cupping, he spoke in a very thick French accent, “ It’s quit a view watching you, in this lewd & irresistible body, still demanding for my cock. My love, in fact.”

The throbbing continued down there, feeling the heart beating deep inside, Nolan felt trapped in this sense of lust. She felt the grip loosen up.

“ I hope you’re ready to be a mom. Because I’m not stopping till I give your ass a set of twins.”

Nolan’s eyes slowly widen, as she looked above to see Montague slowly make his way to the front office door.

Obviously waiting for his future baby momma, Nolan gave in, leaving the office room empty.

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