by Maxwell Avoi
She gingerly set the head of the dildo against the hot opening between her legs; the sensation was so alien that she wasn’t sure what to do next but her body came to the rescue again. She tilted her hips slightly without thinking about it, and the dildo slid inside of her with only slight resistance.
She gasped and threw her head back. She’d only felt a finger or two inside of her before this; this was on a completely different level. She felt filled and invaded at the same time, her body welcoming the intruder while her mind fluttered in panic. Her body had the controls, though, sliding the dildo out and then back in, deeper this time. Soon she was taking the whole length, leaving just enough for her to grasp so that she could keep fucking herself.
The pleasure was similar to her self-examinations but there was something fuller and more satisfying about this. She reached down with her other hand and slid her fingertips over her clit, bringing another deep burst of pleasure that meshed well with the stretching from the rest of her new pussy. She worked it hard, her body apparently having forgotten that she’d already orgasmed twice in the last hour as the pleasure built up. Her breathless gasps turned to cries and then more screams as she came again, this time harder than ever. He inner muscles clamped down, nearly pulling the dildo from her fingers as she bucked against her hand.
Afterward, as she lay there in the cooling spray, Jamie wondered how she was going to survive the rest of the day. Bolstered by the latest climax she finished cleaning herself with no more incident and managed to get cleaned, dried, and out of the bathroom without trying to fuck herself again. “How on earth does she live like this?” she said.
She went to the closet and opened it. It was completely empty except for one white slip of an outfit on a hanger in the corner. She picked it up and found that it was a latex construction, all white except for some red stripes and a pair of red crosses over the points where her breasts would stretch out the front. A small white cap clung to the hanger, completing the outfit. She stared at it for a moment until she saw the note on the front. Happy Halloween! it read.
“Oh fuck a duck ,” said Jamie. She put the nurse costume back into the closet, hoping that she might find something better in the rest of Stacy’s room.
She decided to go for the underwear first. Stacy’s underwear drawers were packed with everything from nothing to brassieres that looked like they could stop bullets. Jamie wasn’t sure what some of the ensembles even did, or how to put them on, so she stuck with the plain stuff. She finally settled on a comfortable-looking bra that didn’t involve too many wires or pulleys, and spent some time trying to understand how to put it on. Realizing that it closed in the front was a big help.
The problem was that something on her back kept getting in the way. She finally went back to the bathroom to try to see what it was. Stacy’s body was just as flexible as it was sexy; Jamie had no trouble turning to see her own shoulder blades in the mirror, and she froze when she saw the tiny bat wings decorating them. Suddenly Stacy’s entire look made sense, as did the constant arousal.
“Oh my God I’m a succubus,” she whispered.
No lightning came to strike her down, and her skin didn’t ignite, so she supposed after a few moments that she wasn’t going to get in trouble for mentioning the Supreme Being. Instead she tried to move her wings. It took her a little effort to figure out which muscles moved them, mostly because they were entirely new to her. Oh, sure, she hadn’t had any trouble with the muscles attached to her new pussy, but they mostly took care of themselves. The wings were a completely different matter.
Soon she was able to flutter them on command. They didn’t seem to do anything so she let them be. On impulse, she put her hand to her head and felt around her forehead area.
It wasn’t long before she found her horns. They were small and blunt, and had therefore been missed in the middle of the hair washing and related distractions, but they were there. “Fucking unreal,” she whispered. She hadn’t seen any of those details the night before; Stacy had looked perfectly human though it would have been hard to apply either the words “normal” or “average” to her. Now she looked like a minor demon.
Still nothing happened, beyond a quiet surge of arousal at the sight of herself twisting and turning the mirror. She frowned, managing to make even that look erotic. This ongoing lust was going to make things difficult.
She went back to her room to get dressed, finally deciding that there wasn’t much that she could do about her more exotic features. If the first note was right (and she wouldn’t let herself think that it wasn’t) then she wouldn’t be in this body long enough for it to matter.
Now that she knew about the wings she had a lot easier time putting the bra on. She hooked it on, sort of scooping her heavy breasts into the cups and working her shoulders to settle them. The cups pushed her boobs together and up, creating cleavage that a man could get lost in. It was disorienting beyond belief for Jamie to look down and see that, but she kept hold of herself. She got into the panties with a minimum of difficulty, glad that they were stretchy; her hips and ass had never felt so massive. When she got the panties on, she checked the mirror and had to admit that Stacy’s aura was powerful: even in plain cotton, her body looked better than anything that could be found in any magazine. Jamie just wished that he was looking at it from the outside instead of wearing it.
She went back to the closet and took out the nurse’s outfit, sighing quietly. Compared to the rest of the day, it was just a minor thing, but she still wasn’t sure that she wanted to wear it. The problem was that it was either that or nothing. It took her some time to get into it, and she wasn’t sure that she was going to be able to get it over her hips and ass, but eventually she got there. She went to the mirror again and found that her suspicions were correct: she looked like the epitome of the sexy Halloween nurse, right down to the little cap with the red cross nestled between her horns.
Finally she went to her front door and stood there staring at it. The enormity of what had happened to her suddenly surged over her mind, the panic coming out for a quick encore before fading into the background. Jamie realized that it had never left her and still hadn’t. She didn’t know what she was going to do, but she was aware that unless she wanted to spend the entire day starving that she would have to leave the room wearing the nurse costume; as pleasant as the apartment was, it had nothing resembling a kitchen.
She vaguely remembered seeing a kitchen through one of the doors that Miss Stacy had passed the night before, though at the time her mind had been taken up with other things. She fought off the memory of her time with Stacy in bed before it could ramp her ever-present arousal any further, and to distract herself she reached out to open the door. She stuck her head out and looked around but saw no one in the hallway. She thought briefly about heading for the exit on the other end of the hall but it wouldn’t have done any good; at that point she would have been stranded in this body out in the world. At least in the club she had a place to sleep or take shelter from everything else if she needed it.
She followed the smells of cooking down the hallway and into a large, well-appointed communal kitchen. There were half a dozen doors like hers the other way; apparently the club either had people living there or had rooms available in case someone needed one. Jamie felt horribly exposed in her outfit but she told herself that everyone was used to this kind of look at a strip club; surely she would blend right in.
The idea of Stacy blending into anything was ridiculous, she quickly realized. Her mere arrival was enough to cause the others in the kitchen to turn and stare.
The woman at the stove was the same one who’d been standing by the door when Jamie had come in the night before. She was tall and broad across both shoulders and chest, but now that Jamie was stuck in Stacy’s body she could see that there were other details that she’d missed the first time. Now the bouncer’s face seemed slightly elongated, her nose broader and pulled into a short muzzle. Her ears were longer than they had looke
d the night before, and she too sported a pair of small horns at her temples. They were short and curled forward, unlike Jamie’s new ones, giving the bouncer a a cow-like appearance that went with her placid eyes and size. She nodded gravely to Jamie and went back to tending her skillet, where something involving a lot of eggs was giving off a scent that made Jamie salivate.
Before Jamie could say anything, her gaze fell on the man sitting at the long table. He stared right back, his eyes wide at the sight of her. He wore a pirate’s outfit, all billowing shirt and tight pants, a bandana tilted at a rakish angle on his head. He had dark hair and reddish eyes, and she saw the hint of horns at his temples as well. Jamie hadn’t been a woman long enough for attraction to men to come naturally to her but his face seemed designed specifically to appeal to her darkest impulses. It didn’t help that he seemed to pose instead of sitting, throwing his wide shoulders and trim waist into sharp focus. He wore a choker with an amulet identical to hers. His shirt was split from the throat to the navel, displaying a perfectly sculpted set of pecs and abs. His crotch bulged, promising delights that made her dildo-powered orgasm of the morning shower seem like a half-remembered stroll in a quiet park. Jamie had time to recognize that he seemed to have the same aura of appeal about him that she did now before her mind went quiet and her body took over.
He stood and walked to her, his movements slightly hampered by the way that the bulge at the front of his crotch swelled with each step. She locked her eyes on his, relying on her peripheral vision to do the rest. He hesitated as he reached for her, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted him to, but he seemed to force himself to keep moving toward her. She knew the feeling; her body was in charge and had to forcefully overcome her mental reluctance to allow him to touch her for the first time. Her sheer arousal took care of that without any trouble, holding her steady while he reached for her. She gasped when he finally cupped her huge breast with a hand that felt like it was sculpted from lava.
They completely lost track of Bree’s existence t that point. He pulled her to himself, their lips mashing together as they feverishly tore at each other’s costumes. The outfits seemed to melt beneath their fingers, apparently designed to not only show off their bodies but to be quickly removable. He turned her at the same time, putting her back to the table as he bore her backward.
Jamie went willingly, even eagerly as her mind got lost in the roil of desire and physical sensation. Her body, already immensely sensitive, appeared to hold no secrets for her partner. Every touch drove her higher, making her ache to be filled and touched even more. She tumbled onto her back on the table, her bared breasts bouncing wildly with the motion. She was vaguely aware of Bree leaving but it was no more worthy of note at that point than the color of the paint on the ceiling. She was lost in a world that had four hands, four legs, one soaking pussy, and one long, hard cock. He fairly leapt out when he finally got his pants off, more than fulfilling the promise of the bulge. Jamie was nervous for a moment at the size of him, so much larger than the dildo, but her worries were immediately swept away by the lust.
She spread her legs wide and he thrust into her, the two of them working together without any conscious input to get him as deep as he could go. The arousal they both felt overwhelmed them at that point; he pulled out and rammed himself into her again, and Jamie thought that the building had collapsed on her. The pleasure tore through her with claws and teeth, ravaging everything about her as she contracted around his cock. He exploded at the same time, his hoarse cries mixing with hers as her body milked him for every drop. Halfway through they mashed their lips together again, not so much kissing as half-devouring each other, and she felt a different kind of surge fill her.
Her flagging energy came back in a rush, along with her desire. She felt his softening cock suddenly harden again inside of her, filling her completely. This time she was able to feel and appreciate the stretch as well as the heat and hardness. Everything worked; everything just drove her higher until she felt that she was going to detonate.
“I’m…I’m Maria!” he said, apparently desperate to get at least one thought out.
“Oh God oh God I’m Jamiiiiiiiiiie!” she cried as she came again, climaxing helplessly as he filled her once more with a deep grunt. This time he fell to the side when they were done, and they refrained from kissing. Jamie was surprised to find herself still wanting him, but not with the overwhelming lust that had powered them through a second round. This was more academic as her body recharged. Her lust for him existed as a hold on some future dalliance, when she felt up to it again.
“I’m…oh God …I’m guessing you don’t always look like that,” she said, her voice unsteady as an aftershock rippled through her glorious body.
Maria pulled away, his deflated cock sliding out of Jamie with a popping noise. “I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice affecting her powerfully. Jamie felt her nipples stand up again at the sound of it, and a fresh surge of desire shot through her in spite having been fucked to two screaming orgasms in the last ten minutes.
“I don’t think we can help it,” said Jamie.
“I couldn’t stop myself. It was so…so strong, and when I saw you, I just…”
“Same here. Did you get a note?”
Maria blinked at Jamie. “Wait, you’re not the person who’s usually…you’re not really Miss Stacy?”
Jamie shook her head, her long hair whispering over her face and neck. “I think I am for the next however long, until midnight, but no, not really.”
Maria crushed her in a sudden hug, as much relief as anything. “I thought I was going crazy!” he said.
“I haven’t ruled that out yet,” she said. When he pulled back to give her a horrified expression, she actually giggled. She had never giggled before in her life. His responding laugh seemed to spread through her in waves, igniting passion and making her feel wet once more.
Judging by the way he started coming to attention again, he felt the same way. “I really don’t feel like I’m in control,” he said. “Like someone else is in charge of my body and…you know, that.”
“I don’t think either one of them are totally normal,” said Jamie as she shifted her legs to give him easier access. The motion was done without thinking about it, their bodies moving to fit together as if they’d done it a million times before. For all she knew, that was the case. “I don’t think we can do a lot to stop it, either.”
He sighed and nodded. “You think they’re like this all the time?”
She closed her eyes and sighed quietly when he slid into her. It was precisely what her body wanted, no matter what her mind had to say about the matter. “It’s been, mm, it’s been like this the whole time since I woke up this way, this morning.”
Maria nodded, picking up and settling into a slow rhythm quite unlike their frenzied fucking of a moment before. Jamie found that it worked just as well, though the build-up was slower. “Sorry,” Maria whispered.
“Nothing to be sorry about,” said Jamie. “We…ah …we can’t help it.”
“At least magic’s real!” said Maria, his final words choked off by another surge from his body. His eyes were wide with both shock and wonder as he felt around Jamie’s body, his hands finding spots of pleasure or arousal that Jamie had never dreamed existed. Part of her wondered if they were real or if Maria’s touch brought them into being. Mostly she didn’t care, as the crest of the wave took her higher and higher beneath his skilled fingers. She found herself doing the same to him, again without conscious thought. Her hands wandered the peaks and valleys of his muscles, finding spots that made him jerk and gasp even as he did the same to her.
When they finally tipped over the edge, it was from such a dizzying height that she was afraid it might kill her. She clung to him, arms and legs wrapped around him and face buried in his neck as the surge got brighter and brighter within. She felt him fill her again, pumping inside of her as he came to his own climax, and then she was shuddering and squealing from overloa
d as her body pulled at him.
When they were able to move and look around again under their own power, Jamie realized that the bouncer had re-entered the room sometime during the festivities. She sat at the other end of the table, staring off into space as she slowly chewed on the salad in front of her; the bowl was deep and piled high with veggies of all kinds. She nodded at Jamie and Maria and said, “I’m Bree. There’s some food for you on the counter.”
Jamie felt as though she wanted to blush at the realization that this stranger had not only caught them in the midst of sex but also caught them in the midst of sex while wearing bodies of the opposite genders. Bree didn’t seem to mind, though, so eventually Maria just pulled out and went to get his pants. Jamie went looking for her clothing as well, struggling to get the bra on over the wings and then fighting her way back into the nurse costume that seemed to be her only option. Maria helped a little, though the touch of his fingers made Jamie start to heat up again.
“Uh. Thank you,” said Maria, nodding to Bree. Bree nodded back, apparently unconcerned.
They got their food and sat down across from each other, halfway down the table from Bree. Bree said, “Did you find your notes?”
Maria nodded. Jamie said, “Yeah, it was on my mirror…was it for real, though? I mean, is…is any of this actually happening?”
Bree nodded. “Stacy and TD needed a break. I guess you know what I mean by now.”
Jamie once again wished that her new body could blush. “I guess.”
“But they’ll be back at midnight. Don’t worry about anything.”
“What are they going to do ?” said Maria.
Bree shrugged. Her shoulders looked as though they could comfortably support a house for six. “Whatever you do on vacation.”
“So you’re not…like, you’re in your real body?” Jamie said.
