After the Great Shift Arther Smith was finally starting to get used to his new body. At 18 he was the oldest of five siblings, all of whom, along with their parents, had been shifted. He was just an average college freshman but after the shift he was now an adult African American woman. His family was all scrambled, he was now black, his dad was in his sister, his one brother was now their mom…it was all kinds of fucked up.
Greg was stunned to say the least when the Great Shift hit him. He was playing video games, when he blacked out. When he came to, he had a strange feeling of silky hair framing his face, weights on his chest, and a strange sensation in his crotch. Cum hit his face, and all bets were off, he knew then and there something was off, as he seen his small manicured hand stroking a guy’s large cock. Greg freaked as the guy called him Rhonda Rough, the roughest hooker in town. Looking in a mirror, he realized he was in fact Rhonda, and he would have it “rough” for awhile until he was used to his new body and life.
“So here’s a pic of my new body.” Francis said texting his friend Steve a pic of his bod.
I have not felt this small since freshman year of high school. That’s the one of the strangest thing to me, everything seems bigger: tables, cars, people. Before the Great Shift I was tall, very tall, the last time I checked my height I stood at 7′ 3″, I dominated the court. Back then everything in the world felt like it was built for midgets, now it feels like everything is built for giants. I dunked with hardly an effort but now I can’t even touch the very bottom of the net. On the day of the great shift I swapped into the body of a woman named Roslin, but everyone around me called my ‘Rosy’. ‘Rosy’ is, I am, 5′ 0″ 115 pounds with DDs and aged 18 (I used to be 30).
The physical changes have been shocking, men catcall me, employers dismiss me and women who I normally would have hit on are now intimidating. The bigger change has been Rosy’s intelligence, or lack there of. I was never a genius in my old life but I had graduated college and held my own but Rosy seems to be on the shallow end of the gene pool for brains. I find every day tasks impossible to perform and I often struggle until some man comes and helps me. He’ll come up to me at the counter in a bank and help me deposit a check, he’ll also grab my butt and call me ‘baby’. It’s degrading, or at least it was. More and more recently I find myself yearning for them, I used to cringe when some guy would slap my ass but now I can hardly resist the urge to go rub one out.
These urges have started to change everything about me, I dress like a girl, I got my hair dyed, I have even stopped resisting the urge to speak and behave like a bimbo. ‘Like’ is now my most common word and anything beyond two or three syllables is impossible for me to pronounce. The scariest thing happened three weeks ago. I was sitting at a stop light when I turned my head and saw a man sitting in the car in the next lane. He looked a lot like I used to; tall, dark, muscular. We made eye contact and instead of looking away quickly as I would normally do I rolled down my window.
“Hey boy” I greeted him and smiled
“Hey Baby, I like your car”
“Thanks -giggle- I like your ca-COCK” I wanted to die but instead i began twirling my hair
We ended up going to his place and he fucked my brains out, I think literally
Ever since then I’ve been helpless when I see guys, I think I’ve sucked two dozen dicks in the last ten days. I spend every waking moment thinking about cock, doing make up and flirting. I probably would have lost my job except I practically spend the entire time under my boss’ desk. A few days ago he put a collar around my neck and leashed me to the desk, naked, my whole office could see me through the windows. I should have been humiliated, instead I was the wettest I’ve ever been.
Currently I’m sitting outside my apartment building waiting for a ride, I don’t have one planned but I don’t really have trouble finding a nice man to give me a ride these days.
After the Great Shift happened, I learned that it really sucks. But I also learned that I really suck! But not at sucking cocks! I’m really good at that!
All Brent could say was, “Boobolicous!”
Greg blacked out at his computer while looking for porn. When he awoke, he was laying down, staring at two huge globes covered in a fishnet blue top. He could see his legs were in blue thigh highs as well! He attempted to grab at his right boob to feel it, when he seen his new nails, as long as claws! He was feeling weird below too, and his other hand reached for his groin, only to find rings dangling from pussy lips, as his finger nails poke and prodded the outside and in. Greg felt long hair weigh down on his face, framing it, and that face felt caked, probably with makeup he thought realizing he was definitely some kind of ultra feminine woman. The sensations he got, dangling his nails over his tits, and the nails in his pussy was overwhelming. So many feelings at once. It all was summed up as feeling incredible! Greg was victim of the Great Shift, but he didn’t consider himself one with this smoking hot body!
The night of the Great Shift was a rough night for a lot of people, but it was a particularly rough night for John. One minute John was sitting behind bars for armed robbery and looking at a 10 year prison term, and the next he was being plowed by some rich banker. Pounding pussy was one thing, but having his own pussy pounded was a different thing entirely.
Quinn now Gemma looked up at his (now her) best friend with a mixture of fear and sexual desire, smiled and requested that they have sex.
As Kari watched through the crack in the door, she fought back sobs as she cried quietly. This wasn’t right. None of this was right. Watching herself from this angle was sick, and what she felt was even worse. Those tits were hers! She had been the one who had been there as they came in, she had been the one who had bought bras and bikinis for them! And that hair! It had taken her four years to grow it that long — the imposter who had it now wouldn’t even know which dye to use to keep the roots blonde. He probably didn’t even know how to condition it properly! Some 50 year-old man, fondling HER tits, playing with HER hair. She began to stare at her bush. He had let it grow so long already she barely recognized it. The tight blonde curls were sort of cute…
