“Mmhhhnnn… I can’t believe I only have another week of this…” Cassie said as I bobbed up and down on her dick. I was kind of ready for it to be over with. We’d each gone online and configured nanobots for our ideal lovers, with the intention of spending a month on vacation screwing each others brains out with bodies that made us wild for each other.
We have been married for 10 years. We wanted to have a child, but we couldn’t, my wife had a bad surgery that left her unable to get pregnant, and I had low sperm count due to some poisoning I suffered a long time ago.
I was just hanging with my friends and playing some basketball, when all of the sudden a bright flash appeared in my vision. Next thing I know I am laying down in the sand at a beach. I quickly noticed that this wasn’t my body, and that I was speaking a foreign language. I checked in what appeared to be my bag for an I.D. and apparently I am a 23 year old girl named Catalina. I managed to find my way to the apartment of this girl. While the apartment is nice, I have to deal with this woman’s boyfriend Juan who stops by everyday. I don’t mind him being around, I actually enjoy it. And yes, I’ll get this out of the way, we do have sex. As much as I thought I wouldn’t like a man on top of me, I enjoy even more than when I was a man with a woman. Its the orgasms that are better. they lasts so much longer and feel amazing! This life is going to take some adjusting, whether its the fact that I live in another country now, or that every aspect of my life is different as a woman. I’m sure I am going to enjoy this life.
Before the great shift I was a carefree bachelor with a good paying job that all changed in an instant I welled up in the body of a single mother.
I lost everything – my job, my fiance, my house and friends – many years ago. Now I’m living on the street, begging for money. Just to buy some food.
One day a woman came along the street I was begging. She was young, mid 20s I think, pregnant and had a smile on her face. She looked so happy, I thought. Happy people were mostly generous. And she was. But not the way I thought.
I begged for money infront of her. But instead giving me some, she just smiled. “Tell me. What kind of live you would really like to have?”, she asked which got me angry. I thought she might be generous, but she was mocking me instead.
“A life without concerns and full of money and endless fucking of course, you stupid bitch” I shouted back.
But she continued smiling. “So it will be”, she said and walked away singing in a language I couldn’t understand.
“Spencer, you were soooo right. I don’t know how I could have ever doubted you,” Norman whispered sensually, leering at his own new voluptuous female body through his Batgirl mask. “I’ve never felt such dominance and potential. We’ve always been ignored as geeks, but no one will ignore us NOW! I know I was furious when you first changed me with that magic crystal you found, but that all just seems so foolish. Now I feel almost electric and brimming with potential. As for the cosplay contest, you’re thinking far too small. Looking like this, winning the contest would be child’s play. But just think of all of the things we could do and explore and accomplish. There are already so many things that this new body is begging me to experience, so many things I’d never had the courage to try. For instance, until now, I’ve never been very forward sexually, always being too scared to come right out and say what I want. But now I’ll say THIS — All of this fondling has got me so fucking hot that I demand you go down on me! Screw the fucking cosplay contest, I need to feel a female orgasm right now!”
A couple of months ago, Emily, my girlfriend Jenny and I were driving across town. I got distracted for a couple of seconds, and skipped a red light. We crashed, the car was completely damaged, Jenny and I weren’t even scratched, but sadly, Emily was injured, and a couple of hours later, at the hospital, she passed away.
This man has stolen everything from me. My pride. My power. My masculinity. My identity.
Now he’s stealing my virginity. And you know what? I don’t actually care. To the girl with nothing, all that matters anymore is pure pleasure. All I need to keep surviving is him impaling me until i can cum my girly brains out and he can fill my snatch with his hot cum.
Joel was a frequent attendant of at his local gym, he was by no means super in shape but he was attractive. He noticed the gym had some new exercise bikes. he put on his music and started peddling.
Day 4:
My plan continues to work perfectly. Ever since I transformed myself into Amaza-Girl’s weakness – a submissive nymphomaniac lesbian – she’s been completely unable to resist me. She actually took me into her lair, the fool! Unfortunately, so far she’s been insatiable, and I haven’t been able to get away from her long enough to implant the nanovirus.