A Fuckton of Polygrumps

Sexbangiplier: Danielle Sexbang Pt. 2

Synopsis:Again, Dan is turned into a girl. A ton of people (I mean, like 2) requested Dan and Markiplier and I really like the idea of everyone interacting with Fem!Danny. I'll do a gay one later. Let me have my fun. Shhh.

"You'd better fucking call Mark," Arin said suddenly, stuffing his face with fries.

"The hell? You mean Markiplier Mark," Danielle yawned, sitting like a dude as if nothing about her body had changed.

"So he can destroy that sweet puss, obviously. Come on; don't be a fucking clod."

"First of all, don't ever fucking talk about my...situation down there like that again, ya creep," Dan groaned, punching Arin in the shoulder. "Secondly, why Mark of all people?"

"Dude's hung like a fucking horse. Are you serious?"

"Why does anyone have to fuck me?!"

"So you never thought about having sex with Mark?"

"T-that's not the point, assdick. Point is, I'm not calling him and we're not having sex. One friend going down on me is enough. I'm just gonna lay low, listen to some sick jams, and eat until my stomach explodes. And occasionally shave parts of my body. Shit's gonna get krunk. And the Sexbang Baby Making Factory will not be open. Especially not to him."

"Psh, whatever, man. I gotta go. Suzy's taking me to go see Ultimate Bloody Massacre 6," Arin yawned, standing up and punching Dan in the shoulder good naturedly. "Think about what I said, alright?"

"Have fun. Also, kindly go fuck yourself," Dan yawned.

Arin closed the door behind him and Dan groaned, flopping onto the couch. He had nothing to do. You'd think being as busy as he's been the last few years that something would come up, but being in a new body had left him out of commission. He most certainly couldn't do Game Grumps with his voice the way it was. How the fuck would he explain that?

Sorry, guys, Arin and his dumb ass turned me into a girl when we wished on a shooting star and it fucking happened for real. Anyway, let's play some games, huh? Should be over whenever the fucking universe decides, so let's get used to my feminine voice.

Right. Fuck that.

So, his schedule was pretty much bare until he got his dick back. It felt almost foreign to not have anything to do. He sprawled out on the couch like a child, hanging upside down and reading books he hadn't yet gotten around to. The day went by and he had eaten a bunch of shit he forgot he liked to eat. Being a girl made him crave a lot of random shit. He walked around in an oversized t-shirt he got from Arin, loving that adorable look he saw girls have all the time. Being a girl didn't suck as much as he thought it would. The lazy day was just what he needed to periodically play with his boobs and lie around like a deadbeat. He'd wait for Barry to get home so he could snuggle with him and watch some Hot Wet American Summer. That is, until there was a knock on the door. He rose, wrapping his favorite kimono around him and lazily opening the door.

"Yeah, is uh, is Dan home," the deep, velvety voice asked.

Dan's eyes shot open as he stood at the door, gripping the frame tensely. Her spindly legs were poised the way impatiently girls naturally stood. Mark wore his now worn out Starbomb t-shirt and a plaid shirt over it along with one of his many pairs of perfectly blue denim jeans. Imagine the most handsome man you know. Now add Korean skin and eyes. And stubble. Not a lot of it, but the perfect amount of it.

"U-uh? Is he expecting you?" Dan replied, looking him over.

"Arin sent me a text and said I should come over. Said it was kind of urgent. Something about him being a girl?"