Body/Gender Swap
Coming in Her So Hard That I Become Her
The veil between realities is thin enough already without coming — in every sense of the word — through it
“Fuck, more! More, deeper. Take it,” I groan between grunts.
I feel her gag on me in her throat and look down to watch her mascara run off the edges of her crystal blue eyes down onto my crotch, blonde-streaked brown hair knotted up behind her head in a tight bun. She doesn’t claw into my hip to signal her limit; no, she holds her breath and tightens her mouth around my completely engulfed cock.
Panting, I roll my head back onto the pillow, pull my hips back until the head of my cock is barely at her lips, then push to slide it deep into her throat — her tongue lifts it up against her palate, from the base of the bell to the base of my shaft — and I come. Holy fucking hell I come so hard that I see stars, colored pins of bright light wiping across my vision as I loose stream after stream against…
…his face.
My clit aches from his lips sucking at it, my squirting orgasm spilling against his chin, and I reach for his short black hair to pull him back.
“En-enough… that’s so sensitive.” I beg him to stop; his brown eyes stare up at me, and I recognize them like looking into a mirror. I pant to catch my breath and look down my body into her — his — my face?
My breathing quickens, the room spinning around me. Did I come hard enough to hallucinate? I slide my hands up from his face and across my chest — my skin is now so deliciously soft — and almost jump with a start when I touch round, soft breasts with a foreign, electric pleasure.
I sit up unsteadily and look down at her breasts cupped in my hands, unable to help myself from rubbing the nipples between my fingers, and moan in pleasure intensified by my still waning orgasm — my thighs shudder at how wet I am, and my — his — glistening wet face smiles up at me from my crotch.
“My turn,” he promises with my voice, and I start to realize that something impossible must have happened, that we’ve switched somehow, but I—he — doesn’t know it yet.
He pushes himself up and crawls over me, and I scoot away from him until my shoulders and head thud against the headboard, my bun of hair spilling strands across my face.
As my orgasm relents, my mind hazards a guess—the woo-woo rental agent had warned about some “reality-traversing ley line” running through the building, my bedroom in particular, but… how could this be real, and possible?
Maybe, though, if I make him come just as hard as my lover made me, maybe I’ll cross back over.
I feel the weight of a familiar cock press between my breasts, his hips against my ribcage, rising on his knees squeezing my sides, and he presses my soft breasts around it. “I’ve wanted to titty-fuck you since — ”
“ —since the theater,” I finish, her voice sounding so much sultrier in my own head. “When you returned from the bathroom and I’d unbuttoned my top.”
I feel like I’m watching our homemade porn as the head of this cock I used to have emerges from between my pillowy new breasts, slickened with pre-cum smeared across its bulbed head and my sweat-dappled chest. I can’t look away from it, can’t stop feeling aroused.
“I wanted to titty-fuck you so badly,” I tell him, the words meaning the same coming from me as from her. He moans, and I know exactly what he wants.
“Get some lube. Fuck my tits hard,” I moan up at him, tilting my head down with an open mouth for him, spilling my hot breath and staring back pleadingly. “Come harder than ever. I need my face coated in your cum. Please… please…”
As he eagerly does what I say, as he pumps this cock between my breasts with animal abandon, I beg him: more, more, deeper, take me—our moans deepening with every urging.
“Come hard,” I beg, louder, even as I wonder whether I even want to reverse this. I feel how wet my pussy is, crave filling it again, and push my back against the headboard, hands rising to help wrap my plush breasts around his slick, thrusting cock while staring up at his slackening face. I feel drops of cum against my throat and moan with glee.
“Come hard, for me.”
My attempt to fill Emily (Little Miss Right Now)’s gender-swapping prompt for May 2022.
