Harry stole Ms. Izzy Addams’ body during biology class. The were on the chapter about sex and reproduction, and Harry thought what a great opportunity it would be to learn about female sexuality, and swap with the teacher he thought was hot. Sure she was much older, and but she had a rockin’ bod with huge tits. He wanted to know what that felt like to actually be the hot chick, not just be with the hot chick.
“I don’t get it, how do you do it? how have you dated so many hot women?” I asked my friend James, after he showed me about 20 pictures of hot women he had slept with. “I know… right? it is like magic” he said. “magic? haha… very funny” I told him, “One day you must really show me how to get a hot girl”. He didn’t answer right away, he just paused, and then smiled, “Well, I wish I could show you, but there is no way you can find out… unless…” he said while getting his phone out “…unless I tape one of the girls, and ask her to tell you how”. That was a weird plan, but I agreed.
Oh my god. It just keeps getting bigger. I sighed as I snapped another picture with my phone sending it to Ryan. I am now four month along in my pregnancy and had finally gotten Ryan to answer my text messages weren’t on speaking terms but at least we were communicating back and forth. I don’t think that it was because we were mad still but more because how we both behaved. So when he finally came over to the house two nights and you could guess how awkward it was, for twenty minutes we sat in my room not saying he just kept staring at my belly not saying a word then all of a sudden He broke the silence apologizing for how he acted. Saying that it wasn’t right for him to decide that he should keep my body with out asking me.
Once you plug the USB 9 into the slot installed behind your ear you not only see Arianna rubbing her perky little breasts, but you also get to experience the sensation of the moment as it was recorded with the cutting edge tactile recorders that revolutionized the porn industry. You feel the the tingling hardening of her/your nipples, the increasingly nuanced sense of smell, the cold air in the room raising goosebumps on your ass and legs, and the warmth in your digitally simulated vagina as the first drops of moisture slide towards the entrance of your lips.
You often go to tactile livestreams and experience sex as your favorite actresses when you get off work. At first you had gone for the actors, but you rarely bother anymore. Gifs like this one suffice, however, when you just need to get off on your lunch break.
Morphological tech led to the biggest changes in entertainment since Netflix. With appearance no longer an issue, actoresses (the new term) focused on the ability to make people laugh, cry, and care no matter what body they happened to be inhabiting at the time.
This is Zephyr Morrison. She rose to prominence playing the cynical male defense attorney Charlie Barnes in the Netflix series Fallen Angels. After he was killed in a shocking season finale, however, Zephyr stunned everyone by returning as Charlie’s sister Brit, a vivacious comic relief character who quickly overtook her brother in terms of popularity among fans of the show.
Once Zephyr experienced sex with his girlfriend in his morphologically adapted form, they immediately canceled all of their slated appearances as a male. Over the next decade she would inhabit the dreams of men and women across the country and kickstarted the trend of “crossover” actors that eventually became so common the term itself became unnecessary.
Tom and Stacey were on day 1 of the vacation at the Swap Resort. They had saved up all year for this and now they were finally going to spend a week in each other’s bodies.
When Kyle came back home he saw the small box in front of the door. “Has it finally arrived?”, he excitedely asked himself.
He brought it in and unwrapped it, tearing through the packing material until he was holding a small and diminutive purple dildo in his trembling hands. Kyle could barely contain himself.
The clothes he was wearing was quickly removed so he was stark naked and placed himself on the back in the floor.
The dildo was already lubed up and he carefully guided it to his anal opening and pushed it slowly in. Due to its small size it glided in without any trouble.
“Here goes nothing”, Kyle whispered to himself, fully aware of what this purple dildo would do to him.
I’m scared. I’ve been scared for the last few weeks, ever since I threatened to expose my company’s illicit activities. Back then I was a man, just an ordinary guy working a dead end job who came across some files he wasn’t supposed to see. I should have done the right thing and gone right to the authorities, but instead I tried to blackmail one of the higher ups into giving me a promotion.
That certainly didn’t work. They laughed in my face, and before I even had a chance to reach for my phone, there was a security guard on top of me. It turns out there was a whole lot more going on at the company than what I had discovered. For instance, the R&D department had developed technology that could completely alter a person’s appearance, right down to the contents of their boxer shorts. It makes for a very effective way of making a person disappear without having to worry about a messy murder.
With the flip of a switch, I was transformed into a busty twenty-something with long dark hair, luscious pink lips, and smooth tawny skin; also with no identification, no history, and no credibility if I ever tried to reveal what I had discovered. But they didn’t stop there. Just for good measure, the company threw me on a truck bound for Mexico and left me on the other side of the border. They probably hoped that the streets of Mexico would take care of the murder they didn’t want to dirty their hands with, but so far I’ve managed to survive.
That’s not to say it hasn’t been difficult. At first, just walking with this strange new body was difficult. My balance is all out of whack, and I can barely see my dainty new feet past the giant tits on my chest. Fortunately, I’ve met lots of men who seem eager to help me out. Of course, that how it seems. Like an idiot, I had taken French all through school thinking it would be a good way to pick up chicks. I should have listened to all the advisors who said Spanish would be better for my future. Now I am a chick – the sexy kind that guys seem quite eager to pick up – and I’ve only got body language to communicate.
When the first guy bought me a meal, I knew he’d be looking for some sort of payment. The thought of spreading my legs for another man’s penis was unthinkable for me. I may have been given the body of a woman, but I still knew who I was on the inside. However, I was worried about what would happen if I refused flat out. I resigned myself to doing the second most revolting thing I could think of, but the only thing I knew would keep the help coming. When the swarthy stranger came all over my face, I coughed and sputtered and almost vomited, but the man still seemed pleased, and I had a place to stay for the night.
I move around a lot, repeating the pattern of that first night. Whenever a guy starts suggesting that he wants more than my plump female lips around his cock, I hit the road. After that, it’s a simple matter to find a stranger willing to provide for my needs in exchange for a blowjob. I’ve gotten used to the pungent aroma of a man’s penis, and I know longer freak out when it spews that sticky white fluid. In fact, I can even take an entire load down my throat without gagging, a fact I’m particularly proud of, though I don’t know why . . .
I’m scared – scared of how easily I’ve grown accustomed to this new life. I no longer mind when a guy wants to buy me a sexy new outfit, because I know it’ll help me ensnare the next one. I walk with a sexy strut, swinging my round hips like I’ve been doing it for years, and I’m no longer shocked when stranger stare at my ass as I walk by. And if I’m fully honest, I’m longer revolted at the thought of giving a blow job. I’ve even started to look forward to it. The thing that scares me the most is what I realized right when my tongue tasted the first sweet drop of pre-cum from this stud’s cock: I no longer think of myself as a man. It shouldn’t be that surprising, with my delicate features, swirls of long dark hair, and fleshy tits, together with my provocative clothing, perfect make up, and the cock between my hands. I’m all woman, body and soul. And if this man wants me to spread more than just my lips for his cock, I don’t think I’ll be able to resist.
Three wishes, three guys, and all had the same idea – it would be much better for them to become busty hot babes, instead of just being with them. So, Jed (left) became Jessica Jugs (with the medium sized huge boobs). Ned (middle) became Natalie Nuggets (with the small sized huge boobs). Ted (right) became Tessa Torpedoes (with the large sized huge boobs).
Ted was about to scold his daughters for bringing a guy home and doing nasty things with him, when his oldest daughter Rhonda on the left used her new magic powers to turn Ted, their own dad, into Tess, a mature horny busty blonde with a large ass! As Ted felt the long blonde hair frame his new face, the bra constrict his massive new hooters, and the control top shaper pantyhose now under his pants push against his new flat crotch, vagina, big bubble butt, and thunder thighs; Rhonda realized the spell worked and Ted knew something was way wrong! To make matters worse Ted now Tess realized the dude they brought home was looking hot to him now, especially that sexy hot dick! This was Rhonda’s plan, as her sister Lea covered her mouth in shock and laughter at her dad’s change. She wanted her dad to understand their desires as women, and now SHE would as Tess.