You were taking a moment to have a quick wank in your underwear. Beating faster and faster, it felt more amazing than ever. As you came, it felt like it would never end; Like your whole being was flowing out of you. When suddenly there was a loud pop.
I don’t understand. I don’t know what happened. I went to bed as a man, but I woke up as a woman. It’s someone else’s body, someone else’s house, someone else’s tits and pussy and raging libido.
Seriously, you have no idea how horny I am. I’m freaking out right now, but somehow I can’t help thinking about that space between my legs. It’s like I can feel the blood pulsing in my new genitals. It’s like a pleasurable itch I just can’t scratch, but every time I take a step, my thighs squeeze together, skin slides against skin, and the itch gets stronger. If only there was something I could shove up there, move it back and forth and relieve some of this tension.
This is crazy. I can’t be thinking what I was just thinking. I’m a guy. I’m supposed to have a cock. I’m supposed to be the one fucking chicks that look like me. I’m a real hot piece of ass now, and this chick has some pretty sexy outfits too, dresses that will really show of my long legs and low cut blouses that will provide plenty of enticing cleavage. The guys won’t be able to resist.
Shit, there I go again. Where are these thoughts coming from? Am I in the body of a slut? Some dirty, dirty girl who’ll do anything for a good fuck? Not that I would have to work very hard with a body like this, gorgeous hair, long lashes, and plump cocksucker lips. I bet this girl has sucked off a lot of guys. She can probably deep throat a cock too. Or does that mean I can deep throat a cock? Men always love it when you can take the whole thing in your mouth, especially if you swallow. Mmmmm, I wonder what cum tastes like . . .
No! I’m a guy. I’m not into any of that stuff. It’s just this body. It feels so good when I rub my pussy and grab my tits. God it’s good. I just need something bigger between my legs, my lips, my tits. I’ll let him stick it in my ass as long as it feels half this good.
This is getting bad. I’ve gotta get out of here. I need help. But who can I call? I need someone reliable and strong, someone with a big cock.
Fuck! No! I can’t think. I need cock. No! It’s like I won’t be able to think until I cum. And masturbating feels so good, but it’s not enough. I’ll just picture a hot girl – as hot as me! And she’s getting plowed by a stud with a giant cock. No wait, two cocks! One in her mouth, and one in her cunt. And there are other guys there too. She’s jerking them off and their spraying their cum all over, and it’s so hot, and sticky and sexy. Fuck, yes! It’s good; it’s so fucking good! I need COCK!
One of the first things I learned about Julie was that she has a hyper-powered libido. While we were dating, it thrilled me. She’s super-hot, and we were having sex all the time in all sorts of places and positions. It was so exciting that I couldn’t help to propose to the woman out of sheer lust-fueled adoration. But now that we are bound by eternal matrimony, I can’t help feeling paranoid about her insatiable need for sex.
I’ve been especially concerned about the office where Julie works. She’s the only woman in a department full of intelligent, strong, handsome, and ambitious men. No straight male could ever resist a woman as hot as my wife. And knowing how much my wife craved sex, how could she resist such an alluring opportunities that surrounded her all day long? Of course, whenever I confronted Julie about it, she would deny any impropriety, instead asking why I was so obsessed with the men in her office. We were still having plenty of sex, so there was no reason I should have been concerned, but I couldn’t help my paranoia. Months of anguished wondering finally drove me to desperate measures.
After a few mishaps in college, I had given up all magical endeavors, but I dusted off my spell book to get to the bottom of my concerns. One simple possession spell, and I was able to experience a day in my wife’s fashionable high heels.
It was a bit weird at first, being in my Julie’s body. I had never possessed a woman before. It was challenging enough to figure out the complexities of a bra or pantyhose, but there was the added challenge of becoming accustomed to new anatomy. Having breasts is so much more complicated and distracting than I ever could have imagined, especially when their as sensitive as Julie’s. I get a little thrill of arousal just adjusting my bra. And arousal is another thing that’s VERY different. Instead of focused pleasure asserting itself in my groin, the warmth that starts between my legs soon spreads, tingling in every nerve of my body. It’s gotten more and more intense all day, and it gets worse every time I catch a whiff of someone’s cologne or hear the rough timber of a man’s deep voice. In my wife’s smaller body, they all seem even more powerful and attractive. I can just imagine how good it would feel to have their strong hand squeezing and caressing this sensitive body. I can feel moisture gushing in my Julie’s pussy just thinking about it. It’s so distracting!
Obviously someone with a sex drive as intense as Julie’s can’t help getting turned on in an office like this. After six hours, even the plainer looking guys seem like they would be fun to play around with. The only trouble is, none of them have approached me all day. There hasn’t been the slightest flirtation or hint of familiarity, not even a subtle hint at any sort of sexual misconduct. It’s so unthinkable that I even started putting myself out there. I loosened the buttons on my blouse (I mean, my wife’s blouse), I dropped things intentionally so that I could bend over and stick my ass in the air as I picked them up, and I even followed guys into the supply closet, squeezing around them so that my juicy tits would press up against their hard bodies.
Still nothing. Maybe Julie has been telling me the truth all this time and she’s really not having an affair with anyone. But with all of my messing around, I’ve gotten her body insanely worked up. I just have to make it a couple more hours until the workday is done and I can go home to break the spell, but I’m so horny that if I stay in this body much longer, I may do something unthinkable. I know I want to be faithful to Julie, but if I am Julie… No, this is crazy. I just can’t think right. Maybe if I play with myself a little, I can take the edge off and clear my head. Oh god it feels good to touch myself. And it’s even hotter to do it with all these men so close. I wonder how many times I can orgasm before 5:00. Or maybe someone will notice and finally offer to drive his cock up my pussy give me a good fucking. Mmmmm yes. That’s just what I need . . .
Jim was a brilliant scientist who had invented a new machine which could transform your body into that of your relatives and ancestors; in order to work all you needed was a picture of said relative and the machine would turn you into an exact copy of them. (Kind of like a photocopier) Jim thought it could be a really useful tool for genealogists and for proving whether people were related or not.
Ted kept nagging his boss Ned for promotion. Finally his boss gave in one day.