After we fucked the 4 new women, I was quick to take off my ring. Being a man was entertaining, but I loved being a woman- I had a gorgeous body as Rose. I thought it was sort of odd that Amy didn’t take hers off right away. And after going at it with the orgy, she…he…proceeded to fuck Regina and Harriet as well. I laughed it off as a bit of revenge. But when I woke up the next morning and Amy was still a man, and was fucking Harriet again, I started getting a bit worried.
I just started a new job a few weeks ago so i was trying extra hard to make a good impression. I worked overhours and my efforts were soon appreciated by my boss. One day when i was leaving home i got a text message from my boss. He wanted to meet him at his mansion to discuss busines. Guess hard work pays off. Excited i got into my car and drove to his place. When i got there he invited me in and offered some whiskey. I didn’t like it but i felt like it would be rude to refuse. We sat down and started to talk. He was very pleased with the work i was doing and offered me a huge rise. He asked if i would like to join his family. I thought that by family he means his close associate so i agreed. He stood up and patted me on the back “Let’s make a toast” He rised his glass. I wanted to stand up but i suddenly felt dizzy. It was getting worse until everything went black and i passed out.
Clang clang clang. A sound of a baton hitting the steel bars echoed into my cell. I laid still on my bed, facing the wall. Soon, I heard the key clinks and then the door creak and open. Then some footsteps.
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!
Josh wasted not time. After the initial shock and a quick examination of Jennifer’s mature body he went right for the meat, so to speak. Being a horny teenager, he felt like he died and woke up in heaven. A sexy woman’s body was right at his disposal, were and when ever he wanted. As a bonus he gained the ability to experience multiple orgasms, in a way only a woman should. He was currently about to come for the 5th time since gaining his neigbours body, when someone knocked on his door.
Chuck didn’t believe his friend and roommate John when he told Chuck he had a magic dick. John claimed that it would turn anyone who saw it into a busty girl with an insatiable desire for dick. John had bet a years worth of rent if his claim wasn’t true, all Chuck had to do was look at it for 5 minutes.
My eyes opened in an unfamiliar room. The last thing I remembered was lying down to sleep in my hotel room after having sex with my favourite Pleasurebot, but suddenly I was standing in some sort of waiting chamber. When I tried to look around I became aware of all sorts of strange sensations. Long hair gliding over my shoulders, weight shifting on my chest, cool air caressing my skin, and lace trimmed fabric wrapped tightly around the curves of a body I didn’t recognize. My powerful male body had been replaced by a dainty female. I tried to scream, but it was like the thought never reached my mouth. Still feeling panicked, I tried to pinch myself, hoping that this was all just a bad dream, but when my long fingernails dug into the skin of my soft, round butt, the jolt didn’t wake me. Instead, an aroused gasp parted my plump lips.
When Pleasurebots arrived on the market, the economy went haywire. Sure there was demand for the full range of androids available, but none were as sought after as Pleasurebots. Who wouldn’t want a beautiful sexual partner who conforms to your EVERY desire? As a man of exorbitant wealth and power, I’ve acquired quite a collection of them myself. And I’m always looking to acquire new models.
The only catch is that for any android to function, a human consciousness must be downloaded into the internal computer. Apparently this is what gives them the ability to process the subtleties of human communication as well as the spirit and drive to keep them from becoming too robotic. Naturally, this consciousness is entirely bound by the unit’s programming, leading to serious questions about freewill. So as soon as android technology hit the public sphere, all sorts of international legislation was enacted to make sure that the technology was used humanely. That means that no one’s consciousness can be downloaded into an android unless that individual chooses to, and that download cannot happen until after the person’s death – requiring uploads at regular intervals so that a copy of the person’s consciousness is always available. That’s how Download Insurance came about. It was a brilliant business move that I wish I came up with.
The trouble is, all of these laws and policies have really hurt the supply. Demand is up, but there isn’t enough consciousness to go around, especially when it comes to Pleasurebots. Apparently not many people are interested in having a life devoted to sexual pleasure for some reason. But with such high demand for Pleasurebots, there was plenty of money to be made by finding a new supply. That’s how illegal downloads came about. Certain people are capable of hacking into a consciousness upload matrix and downloading the mind of someone still living into a black market android. The individual who was hacked generally has no idea what happened and goes on with their life. Meanwhile, the version of them that was downloaded is unable to reveal what happened to them because of their programming. Then they get to have crazy sex for the rest of their existence. As far as I can see, everyone wins.
At least, that’s what I used to think. But now, I’m the victim. Someone stole my consciousness and dumped into this sexy body. I’m supposed to be a powerful executive, a well-hung silver fox, a MAN for fuck’s sake! To be trapped as some dainty female sex slave is humiliating to say the least. And when I pictured a lifetime of sex, it was always with my own cock, not getting ploughed by one! Of course, that pinch earlier did feel pretty nice. And I know these bodies are designed to deliver intense pleasure to the consciousness that inhabits them, so maybe sex as a woman wouldn’t be the worst thing ever.
How do I know so much about illegal downloads? Simple. The entire reason I came on this vacation was to buy a black market Pleasurebot. Also, my old body just happened to walk through the door of this room. Apparently, I just bought myself! I know I should be furious that someone stole my consciousness like this, but knowing that I’ll get to have sex with my own body is somehow…exciting! I’ll be getting endless sex with my own cock after all!
This story is based on a request by 4lice. If you have any requests feel free to post them in the comment section.
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November 1, 2015
Mike was a simple man. He liked travelling. One of his life goals was to visit every country in Asia. He had already visited all of them but was missing out on a pretty big one: China. Mike, however also had a huge problem. He was recently fired from his job and was thus lacking the money, needed to travel by plane, as he was barely able to pay rent. For months Mike searched for a new job, but wasn’t able to find anything. Now his final cash reserves were beginning to end and Mike had to move out of his house. He also had no idea, where to go. He had no friends, no job, no house, basically no life. Mike was desperate. If only he could at least fulfil his goal and visit China, the country only left on his list. Then, out of nowhere, a djinn appeared in front of him. It seemed like he just espaced a pretty dangerous scenario.
The mystical creature looked around him and exclaimed “I think they didn’t follow me here”, before looking at Mike and saying “Who are you?”
“My name is Mike. Are you by any chance a djinn?”
“Yes, I just so happen to be a djinn. Unfortunatly I just caused an outbreak of a sort of bimbo virus that’ll slowly infect the whole population and turn them into cock-craving whores… You know. Business as usal.”
“Okay, I don’t really care. But you can fulfil me a wish, right?”
“No. Sorry boy, but I’m out of the wish business. However I can bring you to a former customer of mine. I’m sure she can help you”, the djinn said and transpored himself and Mike to a shady place.
“Tess, here’s a customer. Take care of him! I’m out”, the djinn shouted towards the dark and then vanished.
Mike was still iritaed. What the hell just happened?
“So, my assistance is required?” A small female asked.
“Yes. I recently lost pretty much everything important in my life and the djinn said you can help me somehow.”
“Indeed I can. What do you desire?”
“I wanted to go to China for a long time. And I want my life and job and everything back.”
“You want to go to China, have a life and a job. Okay I can do that.”
“Yes that’s it. So, I get all of that for free?”
“You don’t have to pay anything.”
“Great. Than please do so!”
Tess read out a few magical words and Mike began to feel strange. “What”, he began, but was interrupted shortly after by a strange feeling of nausea.
Then everything faded into black
“So let me get this straight,” Mike pinches his nose, “You want me to just believe that your !clearly-just-a-tv-remote! tv remote changes people. Is that what your saying?”
“Yes.”
“Then no.”
“What? Come on!” Steve looks at his remote. “Let me prove it!”
“How?”
Steve smiles. “You’ve been wearing a pretty floral dress…for like the last 5 minutes…”
Mike looks down, moving his shoulder length auburn hair to see his breasts encased in the pretty floral dress Steve described. The fact that he was a guy and didn’t have boobs, long hair, or a vagina 5 minutes ago didn’t register. “WOAH! NOT COOL!” He shouts in a voice much higher than normal, though that doesn’t seem to click either.
“Which part?”
“The floral dress! Also the 5 minutes but the floral dress especially!”
“Wanna know the best part?”
“This is clearly the worst part!” Mike was ready to slap his friend.
“What is your name and occupation?”
“Melissa Paige, Live-in Maid.” Mike, now Melissa, goes bug-eyed. “What the fuck did you do to me, Master?!” Realizing what she said, Melissa slowly backs away, supremely afraid.
Steve isn’t even looking at Melissa. “Wow, this remote is amazing.” Steve looks up. “Oh yeah, stay there.” Melissa freezes in place. “I guess I’ll make you aware of your changes, but let’s make some more first: 1. A strong attraction to me, 2. up your boobs to D’s, 3. You get sexual satisfaction from the orders I’ve made you follow, aaaand 4. a hatred of conservative clothing! That should do the trick!” Steve looked back to Melissa. “Any last words?”
“Fuck you!” His voice trembled with hatred
“Oh don’t worry,” Steve pushed enter, “you most certainly will.”
Supergirl was trapped in one of Lex Luthor’s deathtraps, forced to watch helpless as the villain approached her. “You’ll never win you evildoer!” she cried defiantly.