Content Warning: Verde’s Doohickey 2.0: Sensational Summer Romp contains content that some readers might find disturbing, triggering, or uncomfortable. This includes sexually explicit activities, dubious consent, strong language, hateful language and slurs, and incestuous activities. Reader discretion is advised.
Verde’s Doohickey 2.0: Sensational Summer Romp
July 4th – The Freedom To Get High At Burger Queen!
Part 1: Party Pre-Gaming
Date: Saturday, July 4, 2015
Time: 11:22 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: Casa del Dusk
The innards of Casa del Dusk were full as the entirety, or near entirety, of the Swap Posse stood in attendance. Jade, Maxxie, Shiaka, Zoe, Terra, Vidkun, Tony, Gem, Caroline, Reyn, Babs, Nazz, Liang, Daisuke, Paz, and Haruki, with Verde and Abigale functioning as their hosts and Urabe mulling about in the kitchen. It was a crowd, there was a clear shortage of chairs, but everybody was socializing as one would expect, milling about with conversation and looking around the place. It was a very casual atmosphere, reflected by people’s choice in attire, ranging from loose and summer-y to an office dad’s idea of casual wear.
Everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves… with the exception of Babs, who was tucked away in an empty room, the door open, staring at her phone, pacing back and forth.
Barbara Ophelia Pequot, or just Babs, stood at 175 centimeters, taller than the average woman, with a light brown Hispanic complexion and curly charcoal hair that brushed past her shoulders. She was dressed as she normally was, in casual yet presentable clothes including a green V-neck tee and capris that snugly wrapped around her legs and thighs. She had a body that looked good in just about anything and was a frequent target for many members of the Posse, enjoying her curves and the muscle one naturally develops as a professional housekeeper. Yet her serious demeanor and frustrated expression made it hard for anybody to want to be her at the moment. Fortunately, or unfortunately, some people are not the best at picking up on social cues.
On his way back from the restroom, Gem Stone walked past the open door and stopped as he saw Babs, knocking on the door frame to announce his presence. While his Gemma form had been previously shown, the standard Gem form was remarkably different in shape. He stood at an impressive 188 centimeters and had a chubby figure that concealed a decent bit of muscle. When this shape was paired with his cute boyish face, it was clear to see why he had a reputation as a big teddy bear. His curly black hair was getting a bit shaggy as the summer went on, while his brown eyes practically twinkled with a sense of wonder that people normally lost after they turned 18.
Gem was dressed a bit too formally with a marigold polo and khakis, making him look like some better off kid on an internship, not someone attending a party. But he seemed plenty comfortable in them, at the very least. He waited a few seconds for Babs to respond, and when she didn’t, he entered the room and spoke.
Gem: “It appears that there is something troubling you, Babs. Is there anything I might assist you with?”
Babs turned away from her phone to look at Gem, greeting him with a sigh.
Babs: “Oh, hey Gem. Unless you have a teleporter to Tokyo, no. Ken and Elly are still MIA, and I’m worried about what’s going on. They said they lost the VD 2.0 and have been looking for it, but no one’s been answering my calls for the past day.”
Gem: “Ah, yes. You are concerned about them because they’re your employers?”
Babs: “Pfft! No Gem, it’s more than that, you dork. I’ve known them for most of my life, and at this point, they’re part of my family. …But I know they wouldn’t want me to worry about this. I wish they could be here with us for whatever Verde’s got cooked up, but that’s no reason to be a Debby Downer. Let’s head back to the foyer…”
The pair quickly began walking through the halls back to the rest of the Posse, only to pause as they ran into the pair of Daisuke and Paz.
Daisuke Kurokawa was a 47-year-old Japanese man who only looked to be on the cusp of middle age. Physically, he did not seem too remarkable, with his plain black hair, cut short and professional, short-sleeve dress shirt and pants combo, and 180 centimeter tall stature. Though his rare blue eyes caused him to stand out from the pack.
Paz Kurokawa flinched as she saw Gem and Babs step out of the room, as if she did not want them to hear something. At 162 centimeters, she was easily one of the shorter people in the Posse, while her frame was rather thin, without much in terms of any curvature, masked by the breezy breezy bluegreen dress she was wearing. As a 46-year-old Mexican woman, she had shown some signs of middle age, being more of a worrywart than her husband, though she did have a certain beauty she could harness… if she were not tempted by other means. She flicked a strand of her chin-length curly brown hair out of her face as she looked at the two with her dark brown eyes, teetering on black.
Paz: “O-Oh, Gem. I was looking for you.”
Daisuke: “Well, we were. Do you— do either of you— have any idea what Verde is planning today?”
Babs: “Not a clue. The surprise is probably half the fun for her, and I’m not going to bother asking.”
Gem: “I concur. Sometimes it is preferable to embrace spontaneity!”
Paz: “Right, I… I can see how that might be better.”
As he heard his wife’s response, Daisuke sighed.
Daisuke: “You should just tell them what you’re thinking. It’s okay. We’ve had sex with Gem before, you know.”
Paz: “Time and place, Dear.”
Babs: “We’re in a God’s deranged sex house.”
Flustered, Paz looked away and grabbed Daisuke. She was a stick compared to him, but Daisuke knew better than to resist.
Paz: “L-Let’s just get on with whatever this is.”
A moment later, this group of four joined the rest of the Swap Posse in attendance, where Verde was standing on a single level step stool, dressed in a green tank top and black skirt, waiting to begin her speech.
Verde: “Ah, there they are! Now that everybody is here— except for those two lost souls— we can finally begin the festivities!”
Nazz: “Is this gonna be another pool party BBQ?”
Caroline: “I’d assume as much. She did ask us to bring our swimsuits.”
Shiaka: “She also told us to skip breakfast…”
Verde: “Aha! If you think so, you fell for my trap. No, I’m not going to force you through re-runs. I had enough of that during my eight year sabbatical. Instead, I am going to treat you to something special, something bold, and of my own design. You have played musical bodies, not quite going in every other body around yet, but that’s fine. Summer’s still young. Instead, I have deemed it only appropriate that we celebrate with another body shuffling, but with a twist! Urabe, present the treats!”
With the cadence of a super villainess, Verde threw her arm back and invited Urabe to walk up to the 16 guests at Casa del Dusk and present them the eponymous treats. Arranged in a large baking tray, all cut to perfection, and baked well, but not perfectly, were a series of 18 chocolate brownies. The Posse looked at them with some confusion, but they were more… underwhelmed than anything else?
Reyn: “Could we please skip ahead to the catch?”
Verde: “The catch is weed, pot, marijuana, primo reefer, and other good ish.”
Maxxie: “Yeah, so? You can get pot brownies at any dispensary. We’ve got like three in town. This ain’t the 80s, y’know.”
Liang: “That’s right. The War on Drugs ended in 1995 in an attempt to transform the justice system and address the Federal deficit thanks to the Arabic war. …How did that pan out by the way?”
Zoe: “Everything worked out fine, Dad. The government hasn’t run a deficit since 2009.”
Haruki: “Hol’ up a minute. You seriously want to start these greenhorns off with some homemade pot brownies? That’s just asking for trouble. Besides, is this even gonna be fun if everybody has an equal portion? You think Zoe needs as much as Shi-Shi to get high? And have you even gotten high? We’re not even gonna get horny, we’re just gonna want to snack and nap.”
Abigale: “That would be true in most circumstances, but Verde instilled these brownies with certain properties, making them less like weed and more… unpredictable.”
Verde: “Urabe took a bunch of drugs, threw ’em into some brownie mix, added a pinch of magic, and baked ’em. You eat them, then we play musical bodies, and hit up Burger Queen!”
Jade: “…Really, Burger Queen of all places?”
Verde: “Trust the process, Miss Novus. Trust the process, all of you! Now grab a brownie and get your munch on!”
On cue, the Swap Posse proceeded to grab one brownie each. Nothing was suspicious, and through the rich scent of chocolate, they were difficult to immediately peg as pot brownies. Though, if people looked at them with their eyes, they could see the chopped up leaves. …Along with other crystal-like and powdery substances that were probably best not to dwell on. Easier to assume they were just sugar and nutmeg.
Tony: “Huh. My varsity coach always said to stay away from stuff like this…”
Vidkun: “She’s not your coach anymore, is she?”
Tony: “Eh, I guess not… and she wouldn’t have ever been my coach, as I was on the BOY’S track team in this timeline! Crazy!”
The rest similarly made banter as they grabbed their brownies and dug in, their eyes all lighting up as they were met with some of the finest brownies ever crafted in a 10 kilometer radius, which said something. After Verde and Abigale both had their helpings, only a single brownie remained. Terra went to grab it, wanting to be included with the adults around her, only for Urabe to yank the tray away from her.
Urabe: “Sorry, missy. No drugs for minors.”
Terra: “What? C’mon! You guys don’t let me do anything! I don’t get to have sex, I can’t drink, and I can’t do drugs! You… you built this entire event in spite of me, didn’t you, Verde?”
Verde: “Huh? Nah, I did not even think about you at all when planning this. I just figured that substance use and body swapping would be a killer combo.”
Despite Verde’s playful tone, Terra looked at her with a scowl, slowly reaching for her amethyst studs, limiting her autonomy, before sighing.
Terra: “I’m a kid with access to whatever I can have, but I keep having all of these… adult delicacies dangled in front of my face! Argh!”
Urabe: “Terra, I made some drug-free brownies for you. You can have as many as you want, and we can play body swap dress up again if you’d like to. I’ll even show you how to adjust my form into whatever you want.”
Terra: “…I guess that’s acceptable.”
With a guiding hand, Urabe led the 11-year-old girl into the kitchen and away from the hubbub in the foyer. Verde looked on at the Posse before her, confirming that they ate their brownies, before plopping hers into her mouth in a single bite. She let the chocolate treat dance across her tongue, swirling around, for a full minute before she finally swallowed it. After every brownie but the odd extra was consumed, Verde reached onto a nearby table and plucked a VD 2.0, punching in commands as she addressed the Posse.
Verde: “Now, this might seem like an odd way to celebrate America’s Independence Day, but rest assured… it makes sense to me. Vid, Tony, and Maxxie know what’s up with that, and as you’re living in a post-war, post-colonialism, post-imperial, America where drugs are free to the masses, I think this is a plenty good way to celebrate it… especially when paired with some jolly good capitalist excess.”
Daisuke: “I think I understood about half of what she was saying there…”
Shiaka: “Sometimes, it’s best not to read too much into her words.”
Verde: “Eh, that’s an acceptable approach. Now, get ready because the ‘random’ swaps have all been loaded up yet again! Just with less throwing. And the swaps will go live in… now!”
Right as Verde said those words, a wave of dissociation spread over the Swap Posse, their senses fading away into darkness, lingering there for the smallest perceptible length of time, before reemerging in a different form. They had all experienced it more times than they cared to recollect at this point, but there was something unnerving about the uncertainty of who exactly they would become.
It took these experienced swappers a matter of seconds to suss out who they were, and swiftly drift to their swap partners. Though, because of the nature of an odd number, one swap split three ways, ultimately resulting in the following pairs:
- Nazz and Haruki
- Tony and Caroline
- Verde and Abigale and Daisuke
- Reyn and Paz
- Shiaka and Gem
- Jade and Liang
- Maxxie and Vidkun
- Zoe and Babs
An odd clustering that warranted both reactions and discussions, all of which happened at once, the groups spreading throughout Casa del Dusk in some attempt to assess their body for the day and before their eventual voyage.
Part 2: Big Reaction House!
Date: Saturday, July 4, 2015
Time: 11:31 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: Casa del Dusk
One of the first to depart the foyer was the pair of Nazz in Haruki and Haruki in Nazz, with Nazz(Haruki) dragging his stronger and taller counterpart into a bedroom, fury billowing in his chubby form. Once secure, he slammed the door shut, almost stomping on the floor.
Nazz(Haruki): “Random my ass. You just wanted to slink into my body again, didn’t you?”
Haruki(Nazz): “Hey, don’t act like I’m the one who caused all this. I had zero clue we were swapping until five minutes ago. Besides, I got my fill of being a hot guy yesterday with my little Ferris wheel soirée with Maxxie in Gemma.”
Nazz(Haruki): “Ugh. I wish I was in Gemma’s body. Being here, being like this, just reminds me of when I started stress eating after Liang died. It was a terrible habit. At least your body is still young, without the same aches and pains I used to have. Just more… Mexican-shaped.”
Haruki(Nazz) stared at her body swap buddy with a twisted expression on her handsome face, looking up and down her original body, dressed in her usual shorts and a T-shirt. She was wearing pretty much the same thing, a red V-neck and jean shorts, but it was better than the comfy elastic black shorts she threw on this morning and her old reliable Akumako graphic tee.
Haruki(Nazz): “The hell does Mexican shaped even mean?”
Nazz(Haruki): “If I know what it means, you know what it means. You have the internet, don’t you? …Enjoy my body, don’t make an ass out of me, and don’t you dare get judgy about me if I decide to gorge my troubles away.”
Haruki(Nazz): “Goldarn does your age show when you’re in a body you don’t like. It’s hilarious seeing you go from an alpha male to a crotchety old bat. And don’t worry, I know how to use a hot dude’s body at this point. Not-so-hot dudes, like Haruya, are a trickier fish to fry though. Hell, with my skills, I’m sure I could make a fat bitch like you feel like an alpha woman. Whaddaya say, babe?”
Nazz(Haruki): “…I’ll pass, thanks.”
Caroline in Tony was quick to leave the foyer, walking out into the expansive backyard, with Tony in Caroline following behind.
Tony(Caroline): “H-Hey, where are you going?”
Caroline(Tony): “Sorry, I just need a little air as… this isn’t the first time I was inside your body. I think it was on… June 22nd. I thought that, after those hundred days I spent as Cain, I was not going to feel that much being a man again, but now it’s all coming back to me.”
Tony(Caroline): “Huh? Oh, right, that other world thing that Verde put you in? I guess from your perspective, this has just been your life for the better part of the year, hasn’t it?”
Caroline(Tony): “It has, it has. And in that time, I’ve forgotten the thrill of being a young man like you. The height, the muscles, the shape of your face and your hair. It… it feels refreshing.”
As Caroline(Tony) spoke, she inadvertently started handling Tony’s body suggestively, placing her hands across her borrowed chest, clad in a colorful tank top and rubbing them through her hair, with her voice teetering past sexual with that last word. In fact, Tony(Caroline) could see the outline of a boner in Caroline(Tony)’s tighter blue sport shorts, cluing her into why so many teenage boys prescribed to the baggy shorts life.
Tony(Caroline): “Uh, I get that. You probably haven’t swapped much since you got back, huh?”
Caroline(Tony): “No, I… I enjoyed having a stable body for more than two days. Not that I don’t enjoy your body.”
Tony(Caroline): “Same here. I mean, that does sound a bit strange from someone who stopped being a girl full-time, but it’s not like I hate it or anything. If anything, your body feels damn good so far.”
Upon saying that, Tony(Caroline) pivoted into doing a quick stretch, testing his current body’s flexibility as he continued to look it over, wearing some white linen shorts and a sleeveless green top with a slight V-neck. This body was not as athletic as Anita’s. It was bustier than Elly’s form, without feeling quite as old. And as Tony looked at his current body in the imperfect reflection of a window, at the blonde hair wrapped in a ponytail, blue eyes, and cleavage poking out at him, he could not deny that… he was hot. He felt hot.
Caroline(Tony): “Uh, let’s get out of here before I do something I regret.”
Tony(Caroline): “Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”
Caroline(Tony): “I might have certain sexual preferences I’m still coming to terms with.”
Not saying anything more, Caroline(Tony) retreated back to the home and prying eyes to keep her in check, leaving Tony(Caroline) in the backyard.
Tony(Caroline): “…I should have listened to Vid and jerked off before coming here.”
The very moment the swap ended, a ripple effect ran through Daisuke’s body, transforming it into Dia before anybody in the room could so much as see properly. In a room that otherwise saw few physical changes in that fractional second, it was a curious change, but a necessary one given Dia’s body’s current occupant. She looked down at her person, clad in a conservative sleeveless top and skirt that did little to hide Dia’s figure.
Dia’s form could be described as an older and 100% Japanese version of Shiaka. A body that bore a startling level of youth despite being nearly 50, stood at a teensy 156 centimeters, yet packed in huge boobs, a fat ass, and wide child-bearing hips within this small package. Complete with straight black hair that curled as it reaches the shoulders and Daisuke’s bright blue eyes, something about this body looked fake. But it sure felt real. And from the way its new occupant started patting their borrowed assets, it was not too hard to suss out that Verde landed in it.
Verde(Dia): “Heh. So glad that I put that safety measure in. And it’s been a hot minute since I tried being a short stack. They’ve got nothing on taller girls, but only an idiot would say no to an afternoon as a pocket MILF.”
Daisuke(Abigale): “Pocket MILF? What does that even mean?”
Daisuke had landed in Abigale’s body as a result of this three-way swap and looked like a bad bitch ready to murder someone. It was not hard to do so with her body’s height, muscle, and of course, its red eyes. Abigale had an imposing figure, it took effort to not look angry while within her skin. One might think the basic outfit of a red V-neck and black leggings would make her form look more welcoming, but it only went to demystify her. Make her look more real. Obviously, Verde(Dia) wasn’t scared of Daisuke(Abigale)’s death glare. If anything, she laughed.
Verde(Dia): “Ha! Looking good, Daisuke. I’m guessing you appreciate the change of pace, don’t you?”
Daisuke(Abigale): “Don’t change the subject. I am talking about how you and everyone just can’t help but sexualize my body. I must admit that I have come to enjoy it over the past two weeks, but that doesn’t mean I like it when someone starts fondling my boobs like that.”
Verde(Dia): “You can fondle my wife’s boobs if you want. I don’t mind! If anything, it’d be a complement.”
Abigale(Verde): “Really? I’m not sure how to feel about that.”
Putting away the stool Verde was standing on, Abigale in Verde’s body carried herself with a confidence and comfort that Verde lacked, looking more dignified. She left a certain impression from the way she stood, her smile, and the calm that existed in her violet eyes. It matched the way Abigale normally carried herself, yet without her usual stature, it somehow came off as more confident.
Abigale(Verde): “But you know our policy, Daisuke. If you wish to strip and masturbate my body, you know where the nearest restroom is, and we have allotted enough time for that.”
Verde(Dia): “Yeah, these brownies aren’t gonna hit for a while.”
Daisuke(Abigale): “Oh please, what kind of person do you take me for?”
Abigale(Verde): “Someone who, despite their initial aversion to body swapping, has come to embrace it thanks to the explorative nature of your wife. How many days have you spent as yourself the past two weeks?”
Daisuke(Abigale): “…You already read my brain every night, you should already know the answer.”
Verde(Dia): “C’mon, don’t be such a little bitch. You’re having fun sexy times with your wife thanks to our little present. Do you think that’s NOT what we want? Though, you are awfully monogamous.”
Abigale(Verde): “Verde, leave him be for now. I think you need to do a little costume change before we depart.”
Verde(Dia): “Ah, I almost forgot. Thanks, Sweetie!”
With her our, Verde(Dia) frolicked through the halls into a seemingly random bedroom, leaving Abigale(Verde) and Daisuke(Abigale) alone.
Abigale(Verde): “I also feel you deserve some praise for being so adaptive to your current body. Not every man can adjust to being such a powerful woman…”
Daisuke(Abigale): “It… it’s a dissociative technique. I’m just trying to roll with the punches, adapt to my skin. Except for Dia, who… who is just a different version of me.”
Abigale(Verde): “Well, then try bringing that energy today, dissociate yourself from being Daisuke, and become Abigale. With the power of drugs, that should be even easier than usual.”
Not wanting to comment on her suggestion, Daisuke(Abigale) merely stood stoically, looking for an out, before staring down at Verde’s body, seeing how… plain it was with its small breasts and lack of curves.
Daisuke(Abigale): “Speaking of adapting to one’s body, would you care to explain to me why Verde gave herself such… modest features. She can look like anything, right?”
Abigale(Verde): “Oh, that? Let’s just say that Verde has a certain connection with this body. She darkened the skin and changed her eye colors, but everything else is the body she would have had if she was born differently.”
Daisuke(Abigale): “…She could look like anyone in the world, yet she settled on just a few modifications of what she found to be natural?”
Abigale(Verde): “Heh. That’s a poetic way to put it, I suppose.”
Reyn(Paz): “You could say that I have… odd views of body swapping after what Verde put me through. Both here in Oransen and that 7 month vacation she sent me on. I realized who I wanted to be, and would content if I just got to live as that— to put all of this beyond me and live as Reyn, just until I get my bearings after a school year. I do not dislike the act of swapping bodies, though I guess you could say I was fatigued by my inconsistent forms, and want stability. However, knowing Verde, she would simply tell me that I’ll get stability once the summer is over. …And if I could live in a cabin for that long, I can live playing musical bodies. It’s too remarkable of an opportunity to flippantly dismiss.”
After musing with himself, Reyn(Paz) stood up from a bench in the home gym of Casa del Dusk— because what modern mansion doesn’t have a gym— and looked at himself in a convenient mirror. Even during his years as a woman, he was tall and had a presence, yet now he lacked the stature and general presence. Having something closer to the mousy appearance expected of an English teacher… while also being a language teacher in her own right. The loss of stature was something he had experienced when he was in Terra’s body, and even in some of his students, yet the added decade of age somehow made him feel smaller, frailer even.
Conversely, Paz(Reyn) was busy testing out her new body with the gym equipment, doing pull-ups in nothing but trousers as Reyn(Paz) indulged in his introspective narration, her blue shirt flung on some random piece of gym equipment. Through the seven months spent in the cabin, Reyn’s workout routine had given him pretty impressive physical features, formed through gardening, building things, chopping wood, and using heavier manual tools. It was not quite the type of physique one would get from deliberately exercising, but that did not make it any less desirable to look at… or use.
Reyn(Paz): “Clearly, you aren’t too bothered by being in my body.”
Paz(Reyn): “Huh? Oh, well, that’s because your body’s… great.”
Only when confronted did Paz(Reyn)’s veneer of a strong man falter.
Paz(Reyn): “S-Sorry, I was just excited by your body. You’re taller, stronger, and darker than Daisuke. Have a beard like the one I have as Pascal, and you’re young, but not as young as the teens. It feels masculine without being boyish, and just having facial hair makes me feel so much bolder. I… I shouldn’t be rubbing it in your face like this though.”
Reyn(Paz): “You’re not rubbing it in my face. I know I am an attractive man, and that is a point of pride, not something to be ashamed of. If anything, that was a roundabout complement.”
Paz(Reyn): “It was meant to be a compliment, yes. I just know you’re not a fan of my body and—”
Reyn(Paz): “Oh please, there are billions of less appealing bodies I could be in. And there is value in being in a body like this, in acknowledging the differences of how people feel on a base physical level, rather than just assuming the form of strong or attractive people.”
Paz(Reyn): “So, there’s value in even my mediocre middle-aged woman’s body?”
Reyn(Paz): “Paz, please don’t say that about yourself. You should love who you are and… no, I cannot even pull that justification when we have Verde so willing to change who we are on a base level.”
Paz(Reyn): “Yes, that’s true. And… maybe I could ask Verde to give me a ‘TransSex’ form like yours, Reyn.”
Reyn(Paz): “I don’t like the idea of someone modeling a body off of me, like what Nazz did with Zoe, but I know I have no place getting between someone and their happiness… Let’s get out of here before I get too introspective.”
Gem(Shiaka): “Oh joy, oh glory! Ah, just being in this body opens the floodgates on a dam of memories of… was it merely a week ago? I suppose it was! And… If I am going to be Shiaka… I guess I should act the part, shouldn’t I, Gem?“
With just a second to adjust, straightening our his off-white summer dress, Gem(Shiaka) switched his tone and verbiage into a very close mirror of Shiaka’s normal cadence and vernacular. It was a testament to Gem’s established acting skills. But to Shiaka(Gem), it was more than a little unnerving, seeing a friend not only borrow her body, but act like her with such commitment.
Shiaka(Gem): “Honestly, Gem, I’d rather you didn’t. I, uh, I only like it when Zoe does that, and when someone else does it, it’s a bit…”
Gem(Shiaka): “Thank you kindly for voicing your preferences so clearly and concisely! Role-playing has been disabled! Oh, and I mean to not obfuscate the facts, I find your body to be a thrill to occupy! So small with all of this cuteness, and such abundant bosoms. I found Dia’s form thrilling in its own, but the Mexican spice mingled with natural blonde hair congeal to concentrate an irreplicable flavor! Nonetheless, I do theorize that your vessel would be enhanced through the application of extra weight. Approximately five pounds, mayhaps, to even things out a smidgen.”
Shiaka(Gem): “Uh, I’m quite comfortable with my weight, Gem. I once felt like I was too small, but at this point, I like to think I’m past that.”
Gem(Shiaka): “Oh, then do you enjoy your current residency in my vessel? Though not as popular as Gemma, it has been a common fascination of many of our companions.”
Gem’s awkwardly worded comment, though unprovoked, gave Shiaka(Gem) pause as she looked down and took hands to her borrowed body. Her time as Zoe, Abigale, and even Bern all gave her the experience of being a taller and stronger person than she could have even imagined earlier this year. Yet Gem’s body was different. Being fuller and wider than what she was used to. She had swapped with Haruki and even wore Haruya’s body during their museum trip, so she knew what it felt like to be 40 kilograms heavier without being much taller. Yet Gem’s body felt like a middle ground between these two. Somebody, simply put, fatter, yet had a stature and strength comparable to Zoe. In fact, with an extra 10 kilograms and only missing 4 centimeters, Gem might be able to win in a fight with Zoe. That is, assuming that Gem would ever choose to fight a friend, even for sport. Which he wouldn’t.
Curious, Shiaka(Gem) looked at their surroundings in this living room and took her hands to a dresser, lifting it with ease despite containing at least 10 kilograms of stuff inside it. She felt the strength beneath her thick arms and in the core of her person, the muscles singing as she exerted a feat that she could definitely not do in her usual body. She then placed the dresser down and nervously turned back to Gem(Shiaka).
Shiaka(Gem): “S-Sorry about that, I just had to check something. Uh, your body is… pretty comfortable, I’d say. It’s strong, tall, and I feel that nobody would mess with me. But I also don’t feel like I’m intimidating at all. It feels like I’m wearing a big puffy jacket… that’s also part of my body. …Let me try to rephrase that—”
Gem(Shiaka): “Oh, there is no need for that, Miss Kurokawa. It’s my body, so I can easily extrapolate what your intention was. I am merely merry that it is to your liking!”
Shiaka(Gem): “Th-Though, I don’t really like the hair I’m feeling under your jeans… or on your chest.”
Gem(Shiaka): “Ah, I suppose that the trend of male shaving has been rising in popularity as of late, and per the barrenness of your body beyond faint vellus hair, I can comprehend the inherent awkwardness.”
Shiaka(Gem): “It’s okay, I know I can’t like everything in every body I’m in, and maybe if I try it out, I… I might even like it.”
A nervous laugh followed Shiaka(Gem)’s attempt to pave over a possible insult, but Gem(Shiaka) did not seem to think anything of it. He was just a bit too happy that things were happening again.
As Jade’s essence landed within the confines of Liang’s body, it underwent an immediate TransSex transformation, trading in the attributes of a tall strong 40-year-old man for the refined features of a woman of the same age. One with her hair draped down, as it was the weekend, wearing faded high-waisted mom jeans and a sleeveless violet button up top that exposed her neckline and just a hint of the significant breasts on her chest. Jade flinched as she looked down to see this body, clearly not recognizing it from her current angle. However, as people filtered out and away from the living room, or foyer, she saw her own body walk up to her, still wearing the same green shirt and pleated white skirt combo she picked out this morning.
Jade(???): “H-Hello. Wow, I definitely don’t recognize this voice.”
???(Jade): “Ha! I suppose we haven’t exactly spent much time with each other. I’m Liang, Zoe’s dad. And you’re in my body. Or, Lilian’s if you want to be pedantic.”
Jade(Lilian): “O-Oh! Right, I should have picked up on that. Process of elimination and all that.”
Liang(Jade): “You don’t need to make excuses. So, tell me, how is Lilian treating you? Enjoying this little preview of what middle age might bring if you’re lucky?”
Jade(Lilian) saw an opportunity to escape the awkwardness of the conversation, and she took it, retreating inward and looking around at one of the countless mirrors strewn throughout this place. It almost made her wonder if Verde put these up herself, but she had more immediate subjects to ruminate on. Crouching to use the mirror next to the door, Jade(Lilian) was struck by the fact she was incredibly tall at 188 centimeters, while also being unquestionably feminine. The straight black hair flowing onto her shoulders. The light complexion with a few dabbles of makeup applied through what may as well be magic. And the plentiful curves she was equipped with. It was fair game to feel oneself up in the Swap Posse, yet she only gingerly gestured at her boobs and butt, both clearly looking like they belong to a woman with at least one kid.
While the clothes were business casual at most, something about her face retained a “professional” look, as if she was made to be a business person, a leader, and somebody who ought to be assertive. It was something that Jade once struggled with, but after a particularly insightful day as Abigale on June 13th, she was beyond that phase, and just looking at herself, at Lilian, she was filled with a renewed confidence.
Jade(Lilian): “Oh, I would say so. I doubt I will develop an extra fifteen centimeters or curves like these, but that’s all the more reason to enjoy them now.”
Seeing Jade(Lilian) adjust her affect, placing a hand on her cocked hip, nearly drew a laugh from Liang(Jade), but he stopped himself.
Liang(Jade): “I’m glad you’re enjoying that body. I know I should play around with you kids more, but it’s just so hard with Nazz making me work like a dog.”
Jade(Lilian): “I can only imagine. Zoe used to tell me how much pressure he put on himself, and Zoe, to be the best they could be. So, how are you liking being young again?”
Liang(Jade): “I’ve already been some of your little friends, though if I may be honest… there’s not a whole lot to be excited about here.”
Jade(Lilian) bit her lip as Liang(Jade) criticized her body. …Not that she could really come up with a retort.
Liang(Jade): “It’s not short, so skinny all around, and while I think your curly hair is cute, I’m surprised you didn’t ask Verde for some extra curves. From what I hear, both boys and girls like ’em nowadays.”
Jade(Lilian): “I… I feel that there are certain subjects best not broached when two people first meet.”
Liang(Jade): “Ha! Fair enough. Sometimes I forget about decorum and standards in the go-go year of 2015. I’m sure that with enough time in your body, I’ll find something to like about it.”
Jade(Lilian): “…When you say things like that, it’s easy to forget that you’re Zoe’s father.”
Liang(Jade): “Eh, that’s Ukrainian parenting at work, a bit of personality skipping a generation.”
As the conversation hit a momentary pause, Liang(Jade) looked down at himself and his clothing, poking at it, looking underneath it, before looking to the nearest hallway.
Liang(Jade): “Say, Verde said she had filled this place with clothes, right? Would you mind if I switch out your outfit?”
Jade(Lilian): “I… I would not mind. For the next few hours, it’s your body to do as you please with. Within reason of—”
Before Jade(Lilian) could finish, Liang(Jade) was scampering away, leaving her alone to wait and wonder what this Chinese businessman was going to do with an 18-year-old White girl’s body.
Maxxie(Vidkun): “Now this is what I’m talking about! The power is in my hand! And that power is known as a FAT FUCKING HOG! Bahahahahaha!”
Vidkun(Maxxie): “If this is how you’re going to act, maybe Verde shouldn’t give you a bigger penis.”
Confronted with criticism by a familiar voice— the most familiar voice she knew— Maxxie(Vidkun) swung away from the bathroom mirror to her swap partner. Her loose green and purple T-shirt was hanging off her skinny frame, cargo shorts drooped around her feet, and a hard 10 inch cock rest in her hand.
Maxxie(Vidkun): “C’mon, I’m just enjoying the thrill of getting my mitts on the biggest dick in the Posse.”
Vidkun(Maxxie): “Gee, is that all I am to you, a piece of meat?”
Maxxie(Vidkun): “Well, if you’re gonna go there, your body is a veritable mixed bag in my book, if you catch my drift.”
Vidkun(Maxxie): “More or less…”
Maxxie(Vidkun): “So, immediate problem with this body is that it feels like there’s a cap on everything, like I’m operating with a debuff on my energy levels. Maybe there’s something wack with your biology and that’s why you’re so mellow. You were like this when you were Vivi, weren’tcha?”
Vidkun(Maxxie): “First time I heard of that complaint. Maybe it’s just a you problem.”
Maxxie(Vidkun): “MAYBE! But no fret, no stress, no bitchin’, your body is pretty nice beyond that. Your body sorta reminds me of Jade’s body before she got fixed up. Just with shorter red hair, a solid two inches of less height, a bigger package, and freckles. And freckles are hot. …You don’t mind if I jerk off before we leave, do ya?”
Rolling his eyes, Vidkun(Maxxie) gave Maxxie(Vidkun) a tilted stare… before feeling a smile creep onto his cute face.
Vidkun(Maxxie): “You just have no filter, do you, girl?”
Maxxie(Vidkun): “Who has a filter when their dick’s out? Whomst are these people? …And how are you liking your maiden voyage on Saint Maxxie? C’mon, be honest, it’s easier!”
Vidkun(Maxxie): “I… I think it might just be the weed brownies. Just being in your body, it’s like everything pops a little more, things are just a bit funnier, and I need to put in work to keep my disposition on brand.”
Maxxie(Vidkun): “Kukukuku! Give into the Maxxie! Embrace it! Become one with it. If you do it right, you won’t want to ever leave!”
Vidkun(Maxxie): “…So, your body is a trap, is that what you are saying?”
Maxxie(Vidkun): “Nah, there’s no trap, sugar plum. Just my all natural warmth and energy. So cut loose for once, lose yourself, and embrace the genki within!”
Vidkun(Maxxie): “Hmm… maybe you’re right. It’s best to not fight the impulses of a new body, but to embrace them. So watch out Swap Posse, you’re in for a Maxxilicious Double Feature!”
As he said that, Vidkun(Maxxie) saw himself in the mirror, smirking like a fool pointing at himself, winking in one eye, an arm on his hip, wearing a gray T-shirt with the word “cement addiction” written on it and some casual shorts. Could he actually capture this type of energy for a matter of hours?
Vidkun(Maxxie): “…Okay, no, I absolutely cannot do that!”
Maxxie(Vidkun): “It’s a skill that takes years to develop. …Now get outta here or get your pants off, I gotta get my jack off on!”
Babs(Zoe): “Oh… yes! It’s finally my turn in his skin… and it feels damn good!”
Following the swap, Babs(Zoe) looked down at her form, tall, lean, strong, and clad in the boring attire expected of an office intern. She brushed her hand over her face, feeling the strands through her fingers, and adopted a look that could be succinctly described as super villainous.
Babs(Zoe): “I’ve waited a month for this opportunity, and I have to say, it lives up to the hype.”
To affirm her statement, Babs(Zoe) began flexing her form, feeling her muscles, and undoing two buttons from her gray dress shirt, checking out the pecks while adopting a snide expression. Just the sight alone was enough to make her 8 inch dick rustle in her khakis.
Babs(Zoe): “Bern’s body is pretty good, but you can really feel, and see, the youthfulness here.”
Zoe(Babs): “Do I need to get concerned about your behavior? Because you are being awfully conspicuous.”
After being in the bodies of so many women, Zoe(Babs) had no trouble adapting, standing before Babs(Zoe), clearly comfortable with her curves, and adopting a sassy pose to say what merely implied with his dry delivery.
Babs(Zoe): “No, no, I’ve just waited weeks to get to be inside your body, and feel the need to break loose a little. Besides, shouldn’t you view it as a compliment by now, to be so desirable?”
Zoe(Babs): “I suppose… Going back to your first statement, if you wanted to swap bodies with me, to take me out on a ‘joyride’ or some such thing, why didn’t you ask me? We are all generally open to swapping here. We are even being paid to do it.”
Babs(Zoe): “Zoe, I don’t like to impose on other people. You had family issues— really messed up family issues— and I didn’t want to pull you away from those. You might be a kid, but I respect you enough to not ask you to give up your body when your life is… what it is.”
It was a kind sentiment, yet Zoe(Babs) did not seem too perturbed by it. Being told that your life is weird does not really inspire much confidence or means to respond when it is, as objectively as possible, weird.
Zoe(Babs): “I thank you for your consideration. And I have to say that your body is probably my favorite body of a thirty-something thus far. I can tell you put a lot of work into maintaining it, taking preventative measures to keep your muscles and flexibility where it needs to be, and… you clearly take pride in it.”
As he spoke, Zoe(Babs) looked over his borrowed body, rubbing his hands against it, poking it, and doing small exercises and stretches. At first, it seemed as if he was merely indulging in some typical teenage perversions, but the stoic look on his face said that he was doing this for other reasons. Likely scientific reasons.
Zoe(Babs): “As I said, it’s quite comfortable.”
Babs(Zoe): “Heh. Whatever you say. Being 34’s not bad, it’s a helluva lot better than being 50. …But I’m still mystified by why you kids want to be in bodies almost twice your age. I am old enough to be your mom, you know.”
Zoe(Babs): “This is a factor that I have considered and discussed with Vid periodically. There are objective factors where youth is preferable, but the feeling of being in a body is driven by a complex web of pre-conceptions, physical preferences, the allure of what is different, and how people view themselves within a new body. There is no a hard science to how compatible someone is with another body. However, in the short term, any reasonably healthy body can be a novelty to occupy, barring some mobility and agility based ‘age’ limit that we have yet to determine. Or, in brief, we like the bodies of older people because they are different, because they look and feel different in ways that are novel and new to us, having spent so much of our lives limited by our age, being told to desire the form of the adult for their freedom and powers.”
Babs(Zoe): “…Spoken like a true researcher. But there’s a time and a place for that sort of thing, and now… it’s time to get the hell outta here.”
Part 3: The Grand Burger Queen Voyage
Date: Saturday, July 4, 2015
Time: 11:56 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: Casa del Dusk
Per the ringing of a hand bell, all members of the Swap Posse in attendance returned to the foyer, where their illustrious leader, Verde Dusk, had made herself home in the body of Dia Kurokawa. She took her short curvy form and adorned it in the refined clothing of a classically positioned ojou-sama. She sported a vibrant green dress that looked like it belonged to 19th century nobility and had a small crown atop her head. Despite the authenticity of her dress, she did not look dignified or poised, however. She looked like some dork who was wearing an elegant dress for a bit, and that was clear the moment she spoke, uttering a signature haughty rich anime woman laugh and adopting a faux ritzy rich woman accent.
Verde(Dia): “Ohohohoho~! It seems that we have all relieved and readied ourselves, so let us not make waste. We only have a short distance to go, but before you know it, our treats will claim our senses and appetites alike! Allons-y, my compatriots!”
Merrily, Verde(Dia) marched out of her home with ample pep in her step, greeting the greater world with gusto and expecting everyone to follow along. All looked sufficiently comfortable after the brief period of adjustment. Especially Liang(Jade), who had traded in Jade’s conservative attire for a white ruffled off-the-shoulder top and a pink plaid skirt.
After exchanging a few glances, the Posse began following Verde(Dia) like a herd of sheep on day 2,000 of the job.
Nazz(Haruki): “…Really?”
Maxxie(Vidkun): “Don’t question it, just go!”
Babs(Zoe): “Urabe, please make sure you look after Terra.”
Urabe(Terra): “Trust me, I can turn her off if she ever gets out of line.”
Terra(Urabe): “What? S-Since when was that a thing you could do?”
Abigale(Verde): “Oh, don’t let her teasing get to you. But do behave yourself. We don’t want any more heavy weapons incidents.”
The trek to Burger Queen was decently long, a solid 15 minute walk for the group as they traveled through the more tranquil avenues of Oransen. While the Flare family was rich, they did not live in the rich side of the suburb. This part was home to winding roads, a truly dense number of trees, asymmetrical and oddly shaped lots, and a sense of isolation. Homes were arranged in such a way to obscure buildings, preserve privacy, while the narrow roads lacked any sidewalks to speak of. It was a place for people to escape the push and pull of the city and society at large, where every home was bigger than a standard house. Many were indisputably mansions, and half of them had in-ground swimming pools. Also, per the smell ruminating through the air, and the sounds echoing in spire of the ample trees, a lot of them were having holiday barbecue as well.
It was an awkward place for a group 17 people deep to walk through, but their diversity and beyond eccentric leader, made them look more perplexing than dangerous. They ventured forth undeterred, getting an opportunity to strut around in their bodies for a casual walk, before crossing a five lane stroad— with no walkway or stoplight for 4 blocks in either direction— to their destination. An isolated restaurant, not part of any larger structure, with an empty seating area, vacant parking lot, and sunroof section— for people who wanted to eat under the sun without going outside.
From the giant sign out front, nestled between trimmed bushes, it was clear this was the Burger Queen they had been looking for, and without going in, they could tell the place was empty. Not too surprising, as anybody who would go out to eat on a holiday like today would aim higher than fast food. The Swap Posse though? They were always a gaggle of exceptions in many regards, so what’s one more?
The group gathered around the main entrance where Verde(Dia) eagerly opened the door— and the second door through the vestibule— before making her presence known to all within earshot.
Verde(Dia): “Grrrreeting, workers of the Burger Queen! I am your exalted patron of the afternoon, and I have a most decadent order for you to fulfill!”
As her words echoed through the empty eatery, lacking even a single man eating food in the corner, Verde(Dia) moseyed over to the counter, finding peering into the kitchen as she waited to be served. The rest of the Posse filtered in behind her, and as all entered the establishment, they were greeted by one of its workers. Someone who roughly half of them were familiar with, a 19-year-old man by the name of Yuccot Kikansky.
Standing at 161 centimeters and weighing about 89 kilograms, Yuccot was a fat little man, and one who evidently did not take care of himself. His pasty pinkish skin was covered with reddish splotches and clusters of acne, his light blue eyes looked vacant, and his dirty blonde hair looked like it was cut short by a razor a month ago. He was wearing his work polo and a branded cap on his head, but it did not take more than a second to tell that he hated being here. Fast food workers may be known for acting their wage, yet Yuccot was taking this to a new level.
Yuccot: “The hell are you supposed to be? It’s Fourth of July, not Halloween.”
Gem(Shiaka): “Oh, Yuccot? What are you doing here. I thought you were employed by McMoe…”
Yuccot: “Pfft. Not anymore. I lost that job after I threw a fountain drink at some hot-headed bitch, complaining that there was ‘too much ice in her drink.’ Hated that place anyway.”
Tony(Caroline): “So, you went from one fast food joint to another?”
Yuccot: “Does that even fuckin’ matter? The hell are you all doing here, rolling up seventeen wide? Were you having some party when your BBQ broke or some shit?”
Verde(Dia): “Our reasons are ours alone, and we needn’t entertain thou with even one of them.”
???: “Hey Yuccot, what’s going on there?”
As the bickering played out, a pair of people emerged from the kitchen, both dressed similarly in their work polos and looking about as enthused as a fast food worker should.
The first was a young Black man, age 22, with short hair on his head and a well kept beard on his face, adding a solid five years to his appearance. He stood about average height at 174 centimeters, was a bit on the heavy side, though a good ten kilos away from Yuccot, and spoke with a gruffer voice that added to his perceived age. There was something that evoked a sense of familiarity around him, yet that might have been because of how typical he looked. None of those in attendance remembered his name, except for Abigale(Verde), who knew that his name was Gregg Darn.
The second was a young Hispanic woman, age 23, with dark brown hair tucked in a hair net. Standing at 168 centimeters tall, she looked to weigh about as much as her Black male co-worker, yet carried herself with a level of confidence that spoke to her experience working shitty jobs like this. She was ultimately average looking, the type of person who did not leave much of an impression and who would easily blend into a crowd. Though, that did not stop the Kurokawa family from remembering her as Juniper Shines, from their trip to the Museum of Science and Industry.
Juniper: “And here I thought it’d be a slow day…”
Gregg: “Oh damn. Does this place do parties or something?”
Jade(Lilian): “I’m not sure, but we’re showing up unannounced. If you could take our orders—”
Slamming her hand on the counter, Verde(Dia) produced a fat wad of cash, along with a $1,000 Burger Queen gift card. She spread the cash, revealing a total of 30 hundred dollar bills. The three workers looked at her like she was a mad woman, unsure of what to say upon seeing someone bring this much cash to a damn burger joint, and in this silence, Verde(Dia) made her demands.
Verde(Dia): “Here is my wager. I shall provide you with this gift card and one thousand dollars for each of you. In return, you shall excuse our mess, allow us to ravage this place as we see fit, and provide us with one of everrrything on the menu. Do we have a deal?”
The spontaneous rolling-R on everyone there should have warranted some reaction, but at this point, the Posse knew well enough to not question Verde’s nonsense.
Gregg: “I don’t think that’s how this is supposed to work—”
Juniper: “Gregg, you’re the effective manager today, and we all want the money. If we need to stay late to clean feces off the walls, that’s well worth a thousand dollars.”
Yuccot: “Do you, like, not know how money works?”
Juniper: “Yuccot. Shut up. And take the nice lady’s money. We’re being paid peanuts, and we’re not even getting holiday pay!”
Zoe(Babs): “I’m sorry, but isn’t that illegal?”
Juniper: “The laws don’t go into effect until next year. …Now get back to work, Kikansky.”
Yuccot: “Fine. …Bitch.”
The three then shuffled the money among themselves, stuffing it in their pants while Gregg moved over to the register. He frantically typed as order names popped up on the green and black LED display and the dollar amount kept climbing up, inching toward the thousand dollar limit. Yuccot and Juniper got to work, though Yuccot decidedly moved slower and looked to take the easiest job, grabbing food from the heat lamp while Juniper took to the grill, frying up some fresh burgers.
Gregg: “Uh, this is gonna be a while. You might want to take a seat. M-Make yourselves at home.”
With awkwardness in Gregg’s voice and the weed brownies still not hitting quite yet, the merry menagerie made their way to the plentiful seating of this restaurant, featuring tables, booth seats, and some decidedly uncomfortable metal chairs. It was less than idea dining conditions, but the Posse made the best out of their situation, bringing tables together and arranging chairs in a space just barely large enough to fit all 17 of them. It looked slapdash, being a pseudo-circle made of squares, but this was a Burger Queen. Slapdash and cheap was part of the intended aesthetic.
Only once their giant table was completed were they greeted with a reminder of Verde’s grand ambitions. The magic brownies had reached the pits of their stomachs, and they started feeling urges spur them on. Urges not necessarily attributed to marijuana, but to a wide spectrum of different drugs that were jam-packed into those chocolate treats with the expressed goal of creating a wide spectrum of reactions. None where quite overt yet, this was before they had any food in their stomachs.
Yuccot: “Hey! Come grab your stuff! We don’t do table service here!”
Verde(Dia): “Hhhhwhat? You have received more than ample compensation to treat us like rrroyalty! Now get off your feet and start brrringing us the goods! Post-haste!”
Grumbling, Yuccot walked through the kitchen, grabbed the employee only door and propped it open with a worn door stopper, shouting at Gregg and Juniper to bring the food out to their customers. They both shouted back at Yuccot, telling him to do it. Disgruntled, Yuccot grabbed the trays of food and carried them two at once, sloppily sloshing around the drinks with each flat-footed step of his lumbering ass as he did trip after trip. He filled the cluster of tables with a true excess of food— quantities that would bring even a moderate office party to shame.
There were cheeseburgers, fish burgers, Wallopers, BLT Wallopers, Ultra Triple Bacon Wallopers, Big Boi BBQ Burgers, chicken sandwiches, ham and cheese sandwiches, all day egg muffin sandwiches, grilled turkey sandwiches, and veggie burgers made up the sandwiches alone. Chicken wraps, chicken Caesar salads, chicken strips, chili cheese dogs, a bucket of freshly boiled hot dogs, cheese curds, garlic bread, and breaded mushrooms made up another section. There was a trough of nuggets, two hundred in total, a carryover from the bicentennial party special that made Burger Queen a national brand. A kilogram of fries, a kilogram of onion rings, and a kilogram of mini hash browns all filled wide plastic baskets. Cups full of every fountain drink on the Bepisco branded fountain dispensary had been distributed. And that was before accounting for all the desserts across half a dozen different milkshakes. Cinnamon buns, cookies, hot fruit pies, sundaes, and an entire two liter carton of ice cream they just pulled from the restaurant’s customer-facing freezer.
The fact they even fit on this massive table for 17 was a small miracle, and it took ten minutes to fill this table in its totality. But well before it could be filled, the Posse had begun eating, filling their bellies and triggering the drugs within.
Part 4: The Swap Posse Gets High At Burger Queen
Date: Saturday, July 4, 2015
Time: 12:32 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: Burger Queen, Oransen
The smell of salt, fat, hot cheese, and processed sugars filled the table around the Swap Posse as a seemingly endless mountain of food grew before them. Every new wrapped burger, every hot sandwich, every refill of fried food, and every new cup of something sugary that slammed down on the table. All were up for grabs the moment they appeared, and would soon be claimed by someone as they indulged themselves. The innate sense of hunger, amplified by whatever Verde graced their stomachs with this morning, transformed into something beyond reason.
As they ate, their once sharp senses began to dull, replaced by fatigue, a renewed frantic energy, arousal, looser muscle control, twinges of paranoia, and a sense that reality itself was moving at a different speed. Eyes reddened, movements became sloppier, and hunger was amplified. None could ignore the content of the food before them, and all desired to consume, just shoveling stuff into their maws, delighting in the flavors, in the feeling of the foods bursting within their mouths before hitting their stomachs.
The act of eating with a different body was something that all had experienced before, yet here, in this group setting, surrounded by others, with their senses further altered, everything felt different, everything tasted different. More extreme, more powerful, and as they looked around and saw others, saw their own bodies, they could not help but focus on the differences. …And those that resisted only did so because so much else was going on in their minds.
Verde(Dia): “Ohohohoho~! Now this is a feast fit for a queen!”
As she laughed in bliss, Verde(Dia) giddily bit into a chili dog, munching in an exaggerated manner as she leaned back in her chair. With a crown on her head, her chest puffed up, and her antiquated poofy outfit, the contrast went without staying. She continued to eat without care, allowing the reddish meat goop to gather around her mouth in a most unladylike manner, while having enough control to keep her dress as clean as it was the moment she put it on.
She further expressed her level of control by leaning over to Yuccot as he came by to bring them their next wave of food, snatching a cardboard carton of onion rings and tossing them into her mouth.
Yuccot: “Well someone looks happy.”
Verde(Dia): “Why, but of course I am elated. I am being catered on, hand and foot, while watching my compatriots delight in mother nature’s goodliest grrraces.”
Yuccot: “Nah, you’re just crazy. Dressing up like you’re a queen or something.”
Verde(Dia): “That is where you are mistaken, young server! I am indeed the queen, the Queen of the Universe, and all shall heed my everrry single desire! You are not immune to my infallible hand, and if you value your autonomy, you shall comply with prrrofound efficiency!”
Yuccot: “Uh-huh, whatever you say.”
The sarcasm in his voice did little to mask Yuccot’s resentment of this situation, yet even an underachieving screw-up like him understood that one should not talk back to someone who was paying him ten times his usual take-home pay.
Verde(Dia): “Ah, brrrisk unflinching compliance, ’tis a most glorrrious thing!”
To Verde’s left, Daisuke(Abigale) stared across the group with increasing confusion as he ate his fish burger, struggling to grasp the sheer breadth of activity and noise before him. He eventually stared down at his hands, at their dark tone and size, trying to compare their shape to the ones he was more familiar with. Yet, in this instance, even something as stable and memorable as the back of his hand had been obscured by mental miasma. His eyes, redder than usual, followed down his arms, colored the same beautiful brown, before reaching the vibrant V-neck he was dressed in. The red lured his eyes across his shoulder, down to his chest, and to the cleavage before him.
He stared at the boobs curiously before poking them, once, twice, and thrice before bringing a hand to his face, to his hair, overwhelmed by the sheer fact that he had this body. …And that’s when Abigale(Verde) spoke up to him, in the middle of eating a breaded mushroom ball.
Abigale(Verde): “What’s wrong, Abigale? You don’t seem like yourself.”
Daisuke(Abigale): “…Huh? But I’m… I’m not Abigale.”
Abigale(Verde): “Are you sure about that? You look like her, dress like her, even sound like her. What, do you think you’re something else, like Daisuke? Can’t you see, he’s right there, living it up as Dia.”
Looking to his right, Daisuke(Abigale) saw just what Abigale(Verde) described, “Dia” having a blast, chatting with that Yuccot kid. He turned back to Abigale(Verde) after confirming this, only to be met with a small handheld mirror, reflecting his face. He stared intently, the synapses in his brain not quite connecting what he was seeing until he stared at it for five seconds.
Daisuke(Abigale): “That… that’s me. I’m… Abigale?”
Abigale(Verde): “Always were, and always will be. And you should eat well. My beloved Abigale is a woman of impressive stature, and she needs to eat to maintain her strength. Have this, it’s one of your favorites.”
Urging Daisuke(Abigale) on, Abigale(Verde) placed a wrap in his hand and watched him dig into it, emboldened by either the flavor, or the words he was fed. It made Abigale(Verde) chuckle, delighted at how easy it was to manipulate someone under the influence, while seemingly being immune herself. As for why she enjoyed teasing the man in her own body… there are some questions that cannot be succinctly answered. Perhaps Kuro Abigale Quinlan wasn’t quite so different from her…
Right beside Abigale(Verde), Nazz(Haruki) was tearing through the food before him at such a rate that one would assume he was in an eating contest. Fresh from polishing off a Wallop and sandwich, he moved over to the mini hash browns, gobbling them up as he spoke between bites, frustration and elation in his voice.
Nazz(Haruki): “Why does food taste so good with your body? Even when I was such a fat ass, food didn’t taste this good?”
Haruki(Nazz): “Hehehe… that’s because you’re working with my genes, my body, and my buds, man“
While Nazz(Haruki) was mostly composed, just eating like a fatty, Haruki(Nazz) looked blazed as hell, with bloodshot eyes and a loose smile hanging off her face. She was still eating, but it’s hard to eat when you’re laughing every 20 seconds.
Haruki(Nazz): “After school, after whatever, I’d always get a treat, and while I should’ve gotten over them as I got older… I just didn’t wanna. Hehehe! Being fat and eating what you like means you don’t gotta conform or compete or any of that shit. Ya mean? Hehehe!“
Nazz(Haruki): “So, you actually like feeling like this? I… I guess it feels nice when something just plops in your stomach. I feel like I can close my eyes and feel everything in your guts. But saying it’s worth it? You’re delusional.”
Haruki(Nazz): “Maybe you think so man, but my vision’s nice and clear. Hehehe! And didn’t you just say you liked it?”
Nazz(Haruki): “Christ, you are high. I used to eat out of stress, to fill myself with something. But now… I’m just so hungry, and I feel like I have so much space to put all this shit! Besides, it’s not like I’ll need to deal with the stress. You will, you little shit.”
To punctuate that statement, Nazz(Haruki) grabbed one of the hot fruit pies— really just sugar, fruit, and pie crust— and ate into it like a hungry wolf. Not even to taste it, but to spite Haruki.
Haruki(Nazz): “Hehehe… that’s the weed, man. Weed always makes me get the munchies, it’s all biological, so now you get to feel what it’s like to be High-ruki. Ahahahahaha!”
While laughing like a high cartoon character, Haruki(Nazz) stretched her arm over her body swap buddy, bringing them closer before planting a sloppy kiss onto his face. Nazz(Haruki) froze, too dazed to respond to this sudden advance, and feeling… something stir within him as he was embraced by his own body. So tall, strong, and handsome. It was enough to make his crotch twitch, telling his brain to do something to escalate the situation.
Nazz(Haruki): “Get off me, asshole!”
Nazz(Haruki) successfully shoved Haruki(Nazz) back into her chair and tried to appease his body’s urges by devouring more munchies, moving onto the cheese curds. Haruki(Nazz), thinking about the long game, did the same thing.
Clockwise, Caroline(Tony) was similarly chowing down on the food before her, polishing off some chicken strips after an egg muffin sandwich and still only feeling like she was at half capacity. She grabbed one random wrapped burger and bit into it without even looking, smiling like a dork as the BBQ sauce splatter across her palate, much to her delight. She looked like a young man in bliss, and Tony(Caroline) could not help but laugh.
Tony(Caroline): “I don’t mean to be rude, Caroline. But you eat more like a boy than I do.”
Caroline(Tony): “W-Well, I wasn’t trying to. When Reyn and I were in the cabin, our table manners weren’t up to very high standards, and I was a man for a hundred days and—”
Tony(Caroline): “It’s just a joke. Just ‘cos you look like a teenager doesn’t mean you need to act like one, you know?”
Despite being as high as everyone else, Tony(Caroline) looked strangely composed. Eyes were irritated, but he looked comfortable, happy even, and casually worked away at his fish sandwich and fries.
Tony(Caroline): “I’m not surprised you’re hungry. I did a full workout today and had nothing to eat. I’m not a fasting type of guy— I think that’s a load of crap— so you’re probably starving now.”
Caroline(Tony): “That’s one way to put it, yeah, but… it’s more than that. When you eat, you don’t just feel your mouth, you feel everything. The smell, the touch of food in your hands, the way your body moves as you eat it. It’s something I became very aware of when I was Cain, and probably wrote a diary entry about. Every bite I take… I feel like I’m getting deeper into the role.”
As Caroline(Tony) said that, she fiddled with her legs under the table, feeling her dick push against the briefs containing it, begging for freedom. She had the decency not to just whip it out and jerk off, but the urge was powerful enough for her to press her runner’s legs against it in an attempt to curb her arousal. In practice, it only enhanced it. And if she tried to ignore it, to just focus on eating, she was met with the feeling of the totality of her body with each bite, each chomping of her teeth, and that included her cock.
After reading Caroline(Tony)’s face, Tony(Caroline) just smiled and looked across the table, seeing everybody else in the midst of eating and conversing, the noise becoming a veritable baccano. Yet, there was one face that made him pause. Not Maxxie in Vidkun’s body. That would be normal. Instead, it was Paz(Reyn). Just looking at her made his body twitch, and as he blinked, he could swear he saw an image flicker before him. Something faint yet cerebral, that made him feel what Caroline was talking about earlier. His entire body shivered as he drank his lemonade, a twinge of arousal striking him as he saw Paz(Reyn)’s magnificent cobalt eyes, staring at him. Even with food still on his metaphorical plate, he felt a more pressing desire overcome him.
Even with so many of the Posse getting a bad case of the munchies when presented with so much food, Reyn(Paz) was something else. He was eating like he was eating for the first time in his life, betraying the reserved appearance she wore as a thin woman in their mid 40s. He went through ham and cheese sandwiches like mad, devoured hash browns, and was in the process of scarfing down a strawberry milkshake.
Paz(Reyn) could not help but stare as her body ate at such quantities and speed, almost mesmerized by it, and unconsciously staring at her waistline. She wondered what it would look like after Reyn was done scarfing down what looked like it would be a kilogram of food and a trim 8,000 calories.
Paz(Reyn): “S-Say, Reyn, are you sure you want to be eating all of that? I don’t want you to get sick or—”
Reyn(Paz): “Can’t stop, need to become bigger, bigger, bigger.”
Looking down at Reyn(Paz)’s eyes, they had become deeply red, and the look on his face made him look like he was possessed. Paz(Reyn) wondered if she should ask for help, but as she saw the yapping and merriment around her, and heard the “happy eating sounds” of her swap buddy, she just shrugged.
Paz(Reyn): “It’s okay Paz, he’s not going to fill you out like Haruki in just one day. Besides, you know that your body reacts this way to this stuff. It’s why you only touched it twice.”
Reyn(Paz): “Don’t worry, the human body can only gain so much weight in a single— belch— day. Most of this will just pass through, especially if your body is not used to greasy— burp— food. Sorry, I just… I can’t stop myself.”
Feeling that there was nothing she could do about this, Paz(Reyn) returned to her food. She took a sip of soda, a bite of a hot dog, and a single fry to add something to the meaty taste. Just residing in this body, having its strength at her disposal, Paz(Reyn) knew she could afford to eat like an asshole, yet she tempered herself. She had her current figure for a reason, and decades of discipline did not falter just because she was in a different body. Sure, the appetite urged her to go on, the mere presence of food is plenty encouragement to gorge oneself, yet she looked on for a distraction, something to focus on during this encounter, when her eyes landed on Tony(Caroline), on the other side of the table.
She felt a physical reaction as she laid eyes on him, something that could be explained by how “compatible” these bodies had proven themselves to be with their cabin excursion. Paz(Reyn) stared at Tony(Caroline) as she fixated on this sensation, trying to suss out what it could be in her cloudy mind, and as she thought, closing her eyes, she felt something bubble to the surface, originating from not her mind, but her very body.
Flashes of a small cabin in the middle of nowhere, spending time with a man, a woman, both blonde, both bearing similar feature, of eating with them, of fucking them, or spending each and every day with them. These visions came fast and left Paz(Reyn) out of breath. He shot his eyes open, they landed on Tony(Caroline), and as their eyes locked, something sparked within Paz(Reyn). She stepped up from her seat and Tony(Caroline) did the same.
Reyn(Paz), however was too busy trying to curb his insatiable appetite with a chicken salad, his pace remaining rapid.
To the left of Caroline(Tony), Shiaka(Gem) was making quick work of what was before her, finding it far easier to eat large quantities when in a body nearly twice the weight. Her idea of what “full” was had been continuously challenged as she kept going from sandwich to burger, finding them and their greasiness far more enticing than she could ever recall. It filled her with peace, with a renewed confidence, as she felt the food hit her stomach and mingle with what’s inside. …Only to make her feel something else.
Shiaka(Gem): “Um, Gem, does your body have any sort of reaction to weed or eating a lot or…”
As Shiaka(Gem) spoke to Gem(Shiaka), she could not help but notice how he was faring. He was leaned back in the chair, munching on a cookie, blue eyes glazed and looking up at the ceiling.
Gem(Shiaka): “What?”
Shiaka(Gem): “A-Actually, let’s change the subject. Are you okay? You don’t look so—”
Gem(Shiaka): “What? …Nah, I’m fine, man.”
Shiaka(Gem): “Uh, do you remember where you are?”
Gem(Shiaka): “What? We’re home, right?”
Shiaka(Gem): “N-No, we’re at Burger Queen. Do you even know who you are right now?”
Gem(Shiaka): “I, uh… uh… What?”
Following a hearty sigh, Shiaka(Gem) looked around her to see if anybody was available to help, before deciding that Gem(Shiaka) being blazed out of his mind was probably not something to worry about. He was static, stationary, and only occasionally moved to grab a bit of food, looking like he was navigating the world in slow motion.
Shiaka(Gem): “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I never thought I would be good on drugs…”
Casually, Shiaka(Gem) returned to her Big Boi BBQ Burger as she looked to the rest of the Posse before her. Just staring at them, laughing, eating, and making merry brought her joy, seeing everybody together around a single table. However, as her eyes landed on them, she could not help but think about that something else she didn’t have an answer for. Reflexively, she spoke to herself in Japanese as she mused over her predicament, forgetting that everyone in attendance could understand her.
Shiaka(Gem): “[Is weed ‘supposed’ to make you horny?]”
Shiaka(Gem) tried to focus on eating, but every bite she ate only seemed to add fuel to the furnace that was her burgeoning libido. She knew damn well that this was not the time or place for anything sexual, yet no amount of shifting in this uncomfortable chair could ease the tension. She had enough penile experience to know that she needed to relieve herself when things got like this, and unconsciously looked around, hoping that she was not alone in this desire. …That’s when her eyes landed on Jade(Lilian), in the process of blotting a stain off of her shirt.
To the right of Verde(Dia), who was slurping up a milkshake, Liang(Jade) had just finished his twelfth chicken nugget and was struggling to keep his eyes open.
Liang(Jade): “Either pot is a lot more potent these days… or your body can’t take even a brownie, Jade.”
Jade(Lilian): “Uh, sorry? I never tried any drug, but I’m not surprised that I’m a lightweight. …Actually, is it possible that Verde made me one.”
Turning around to check on Verde(Dia), Jade(Lilian) was greeted by Verde in her natural drugged-up state.
Verde(Dia): “Ohohoho~! Yuccot, fetch me a chocolate covered vanilla waffle cone, and do make it most snappy!”
Jade(Lilian): “…I guess I’ll have to ask her later.”
Liang(Jade): “I’m… just gonna try to sleep in one of those booths.”
With the fatigue wracking his body, Liang(Jade) slowly walked over to a booth, plopped down, and fell asleep a minute later.
Jade(Lilian): “That’s probably not sanitary. I doubt they wipe things down at the end of a shift… but that’s what showers are for.”
With some sense of isolation, Jade(Lilian) returned to her cheeseburger, a twang of guilt filling her person as she filled such an attractive body with such greasy food. Yet, she rationalized it as she envisioned her body. It was not like her mother’s, skinny and hourglass shaped, and certainly not like her skinny standard form. It was a full body all around. You did not get a shape like this without eating foods of a certain substance and character. And despite her inclination that the fast food had to taste like junk, she found herself enjoying the flavors clashing in her mouth. The fatty meat, the processed cheese, and even the frozen vegetables. She tried to judge it at first, but now on her second burger, she was just eating, just enjoying how another mouth, another body, felt when eating something she seldom trifled with.
…At least until the burger in her hands began to fall apart, leading a drizzle of juices to spurt out from the burger, landing onto her shirt.
Jade(Lilian): “Oh, shit.”
While she did not panic, Jade(Lilian) was visibly pissed and took a napkin to her shirt, blotting the goop away, dampening it with the condensation from one of the drinks. While this looked to take care of most of the stain, she could tell that it would set if she did not do something quickly. With a sigh, Jade(Lilian) stood up and began to unbutton her shirt, muttering as she ventured to the restroom, her movement sluggish yet straight.
As she left however, Liang(Jade) began to toss and turn in her rapid sleep, seeing a barrage of images flash before her unconscious mind. Images of a school, of Maxxie, Shiaka, and Zoe. Of a snowy mountain. Of abrasive cold. And of… death. Of slaughtering oneself in a shower. Of traveling through a distorted Oransen. Of sinking into darkness. He whimpered, he whined, like a child being faced with a nightmare, yet with the hectic luncheon before him, he was left firmly ignored. Alone, he was forced to witness these visions of Jade’s greatest struggles for reasons beyond him.
While most were focusing on the burgers, sandwiches, and substantive meals before them, Vidkun(Maxxie) was quick to move past all that rabble and to the plethora of sweets before him. Not due to his own preferences, but his body’s. He nibbled a fruit pie before slurping up a vanilla milkshake, mixing the hot and cold to prevent brain freeze and fill his belly with a dueling contrasts. It only went to emphasize the warmth inherent to Maxxie’s body, and once Vidkun got a taste of this sensation, he did not want to stop.
By contrast, Maxxie(Vidkun) looked the most normal of anyone in the group, like the one sober dude among a bunch of potheads or the DD among a deluge of drunkards. He polished off a burger and was now munching on the sides, sipping his Dew, looking positively underwhelmed.
Maxxie(Vidkun): “Maaan! Your body’s not good at drugs, Vid. All I’ve got is a mild buzz. Not even much of an appetite on account of you being a skinny-ass.”
Vidkun(Maxxie): “You say that like it’s my fault. If anything, blame Verde for not giving me stoner chemistry.”
Vidkun(Maxxie) paused to take a sip from his milkshake before continuing.
Vidkun(Maxxie): “Ah! That’s the good stuff! I never had much of a sweet tooth, but this body just loooves its sugar! Everything just tastes so good with your mouth!”
Maxxie(Vidkun): “Now I’ll take that as a complement. Always love seeing people have a blast when renting out my body.”
Vidkun(Maxxie): “I just wish I could do something more than eat right now. I feel like I’ve got this bundle of energy just gushing inside me, ready to be unleashed! I don’t even care about watching what other people are doing right now! …You sure your body’s not some sort of trap?”
Maxxie(Vidkun): “I could ask you the same damn thing, you little energy thief! But if you wanna do something active, we can just leave and do whatever.”
As she said that, Maxxie(Vidkun) did not have anything at the forefront of her brain, just in general. Her counterpart, Vidkun(Maxxie), was feeling differently thought. Full of the energy of a genki girl on a sugar rush, he stared at his original body, dressed casually, scrawny, but packing the biggest dick in this building. Thinking about it cranked up the temperature of his body, and going in for another long sip of his shake didn’t help. He looked cautiously at the other people around him, seeing that both Jade(Lilian) and Shiaka(Gem) were heading to the restroom while Tony(Caroline) and Paz(Reyn) were standing and chatting. Their words were obscured by other conversations, but the body language skewed intimate.
Vidkun(Maxxie) wanted to do something with his body, and as his mind skewed perverted, it showed on his face.
Maxxie(Vidkun): “I look so cute when I’m horny and hiding it. You wanna go out back and fuck?”
Even though such a forward comment shouldn’t have surprised him at this point, it did, and Vidkun(Maxxie) sighed, knowing that he could not, in good consciousness, tell her no.
Vidkun(Maxxie): “Yeah. Let’s go.”
As Vidkun(Maxxie) led the charge, Maxxie(Vidkun) grabbed his half-finished milkshake, a scheme formulating in her mind.
Zoe(Babs): “Whatever substances were in that brownie, they’re making my senses sharper, more extreme in general. Minor movements have more oomph behind them. The taste of everything is more intense than it has been in prior bodies I have occupied, including both sweet and salty flavors. Even the process of digesting seems to be amplified. Humans generally don’t think about the food going through their bodies due to the routine nature of eating. While this process is different in different bodies, while you can notice it, it seems to be more notable now than it ever has been before. I can just feel the way these foods are settling in my stomach, how things are breaking down, and flowing into my intestines. Even sitting down in this terrible metal chair, I seem to be more aware of my form, from my strong back to my ‘cushioned’ rear.”
Wedged between the Vidkun/Maxxie and Gem/Shiaka duos, Zoe(Babs) and Babs(Zoe) were undergoing their own contrasting reactions. Zoe(Babs) was reciting his thoughts into his phone as he ate, hoping that the audio would be intelligible with all the chatting and crinkling going on. Meanwhile, Babs(Zoe) was looking more… underwhelmed.
Babs(Zoe): “…If I knew I could be that productive while on weed, I would have started keeping a stash years ago. Instead, I land in one of the straitlaced bodies.”
After downing two burgers, Babs(Zoe) still felt hungry, but she carried with her the discipline of a woman who knew she would be seen as a role model to children, and she had a strong aversion toward gorging herself, especially when one of those children, or former children, was right next to her. She nibbled away at fries as she impatiently tapped her foot, fully aware of her current form and rubbing her exposed arm as she waited for the celebration to end. The chair was hard on her poor excuse of an ass, and the smell of all of this food was nowhere near as appealing as it was with her regular body. She wanted an excuse to just get out of here, and to not listen to Zoe(Babs) drone on with his trail of thoughts.
Zoe(Babs): “You know, if you want to leave, you can leave. We’re all adults here, and I doubt Verde is going to get mad if you head off.”
Babs(Zoe): “Huh? How did you—”
Zoe(Babs): “I read my own face. While different people express different emotions differently, and even express them differently in different bodies, I know how to read my body’s expressions. So go on. Enjoy your day in my body. Besides, I can plainly see that a third of this group has already left to pursue other activities.”
Looking around, Babs(Zoe) saw what Zoe(Babs) was saying. Tony(Caroline), Shiaka(Gem), Jade(Lilian), Paz(Reyn), Maxxie(Vidkun), and Vidkun(Maxxie) were all out of their seats and beyond her purview. And nobody, not even Verde(Dia) said anything.
Babs(Zoe): “Heh. You’re a good kid. And with all that shit happening in Japan, a day as you is just what I needed.”
Zoe(Babs): “Just make sure you grab some shorts from the mansion before you start frolicking about.”
Babs(Zoe): “I think I have bolder ideas than just going out for a run, Zoe. I’ll catch you later.”
With her body’s owner’s blessing, Babs(Zoe) scampered out of the Burger Queen, bracing the day while the sun was still high, eager to lose herself for at least a couple hours.
Part 5: The Swap Posse Gets Busy in a Burger Queen Bathroom
Date: Saturday, July 4, 2015
Time: 12:53 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: Burger Queen, Oransen
After a splattering of burger juices landed on her top, Jade(Lilian) rushed to the washroom. It was admittedly a foolish action. Verde’s ample resources meant that clothing was in no short supply, and once Liang turned back to his standard form, this stain would probably just vanish. Yet, she was high and not thinking about the big picture. So she rushed to douse it in cold water, entering the strangely unisex washroom, unbuttoning her shirt, and exposing the stained area to cold water.
Once doused, she searched through the purse that appeared after her transformation into Lilian, hoping to find some cleaning substance, even a bit of soap, yet she lacked such luck.
Jade(Lilian): “Damn it. And I’m sure not going to rely on fast food soap to clean this. Ugh.”
She stood there with her arms crossed under her chest, looking down at her topless person, her breasts clad in a lilac bra that made her breasts appear larger. With softer inhibitions, she began to grasp these boobs, comparing their size to other bodies she wore, and feeling a twinge of excitement course over her body as she saw a woman fondling herself in the mirror.
Just as Jade(Lilian)’s body started to warm with excitement, the doors swung open, revealing Shiaka(Gem), who paused upon entry, letting the door close as she stared at Jade(Lilian). Jade(Lilian)’s momentary embarrassment faded as she realized this was just Shiaka, and Jade(Lilian) looked at her with a smile.
Jade(Lilian): “Hey Shiaka, don’t mind me. Just trying to deal with a little wardrobe malfunction.”
Shiaka(Gem): “I… I don’t think I can. You aren’t feeling a little, you know, aroused after eating those brownies, are you?”
The question perplexed Jade(Lilian), who looked at Shiaka(Gem)’s person, clad in a polo shirt and khakis, with Gem’s innocent face, she looked very unassuming, and as Jade remembered who she was at the moment, looking back at the topless businesswoman in the mirror, she felt something twitch in her mind.
Jade(Lilian): “I, uh… I am not, I was just inspecting this body.”
Even she knew that line was bullshit as those words left her mouth.
Shiaka(Gem): “Erm, I know we have our own relationships, and this is not really the best place for this, but… I just need to fuck someone.”
For a split second, Jade(Lilian) thought she saw Shiaka(Gem)’s eyes flash pink, but she shook her head to erase such an idea.
Jade(Lilian): “Oh geez. I don’t know what we should do about—”
Before Jade(Lilian) could finish that thought, Shiaka(Gem) began walking closer, adopting a more confident, if not jovial, look on her borrowed visage, before switching her speaking pattern to what could be generously described as Gemlish.
Shiaka(Gem): “Oh, do pardon my intrusion Miss Xing, I merely wished to freshen up after our scrumptious lunch. I am ever grateful that… Flare Industries would invite me to such an even, as I… am a measly summer intern, and I sincerely hope I have been ‘pulling my weight’ at the office. If you ever require my aid with any manner, no matter how lurid, all you must do is ask.”
She punctuated her exposition, or scene-setting, by walking around Jade(Lilian), clearly staring at her bra-clad tits, before going to wash her hands, scrubbing them vigorously in the sink right next to Jade(Lilian).
Jade(Lilian): “Shi—”
Right as the first syllable left her mouth, Jade(Lilian) bit her tongue. This was bait, an invitation, and a call for help from her friend. If the ever-passive Shiaka(Gem) was willing to do something like this, then perhaps it was only right for her to play into the role as “Miss Xing.” It was a simple enough character, and while she had zero desire to fuck in a Burger Queen bathroom, this one was pretty clean. It didn’t smell* like piss for one. And something about watching Shiaka(Gem) wiggle her trunk-like boy-ass was stirring Jade(Lilian) in a specific way.
Jade(Lilian): “Would I be okay with this if it were Maxxie in there? …Yes. Do it for Shiaka, Jade.“
Wiggling her form, with drugs lowering her inhibitions, Jade(Lilian) got into character and planted a hand on Shiaka(Gem)’s shoulder, gulping as the former asexual prepared to cross another sexual Rubicon.
Jade(Lilian): “You know, I could use your help with a personal matter. Something that has been driving me crazy since I got here. And based on that… bulge in your pants, I think you would enjoy it.”
Shiaka(Gem) stopped washing her hands in response to this line, more surprised that Jade was actually playing along than anything.
Jade(Lilian): “This might not be the best place, but it’s better than an alley. Could you join me in a stall?”
Shiaka(Gem): “…Yes ma’am!”
With a couple steps and a click of the stall door, Jade(Lilian) and Shiaka(Gem) were both locked into the handicap stall, as fucking in anything else was going to be even more awkward.
Jade(Lilian): “So, why don’t you show me what you’ve got?”
To give Shiaka(Gem) the luxury of being reactive, Jade(Lilian) unzipped the mom jeans that clung high on her hips and slowly pulled them down, revealing a pair of long and shapely legs, paired with meaty thighs. Shiaka(Gem) could not take her eyes off her, and swiftly began stripping herself, moving franticly despite wearing far simpler clothing, and decidedly hanging them on the coat hook on the door. The two were in nothing but their underwear and shoes, and with another teasing strip, pulling down the lilac panty Jade(Lilian) found himself in, it was time to start the festivities.
Yanking down her briefs revealed Shiaka(Gem)’s dick, fully erect, cast 7 inches long, and pointing at its target. It took Jade(Lilian) a moment to adapt to the situation, to fawn excitement, but with a deep breath, she brought an eager smile to her face.
Jade(Lilian): “Ooh la la, you’re packing more than I thought. So, why don’t you shoe me what you’ve got Gem. Help me relieve some tension, and I’ll make you feel like more of a man.”
Improv, role-play, and yes-and-ing were the names of the fundamental elements of the game they were playing, and Shiaka(Gem) knew she had to act. Yet, she was having second thoughts. She had not thought about the setting until now, and her mind flickered memories of her experience a decade ago. It was not sexual, it lacked the same color scheme and smell, yet she was cut up and left for dead in that restroom. She shook her head as these thoughts crept forward. That was the past, that was when she was with awful people she did not trust, and now, she was strong. She had no problem jerking off as Zoe in that public restroom a month ago, and she wasn’t going to back down when Jade was doing all of this for her.
Shiaka(Gem): “I am safe. I am strong. I am Gem Stone. I do not need to be limited by my trauma. I am beyond that.“
With gusto and a sense of billowing self-pride, Shiaka(Gem) stepped forward. Jade(Lilian) had sat herself on the toilet, splaying her full curvaceous form before her, and with her slit on display, all Shiaka(Gem) needed to do was to press on and press in. With a slight dampness to guide her, she entered Jade(Lilian), and was rewarded with a pleasure-drenched coo. Jade(Lilian) then wrapped her arms around Shiaka(Gem), before bringing their lips together.
Though there was a bra in the way, Shiaka(Gem) could feel Jade(Lilian)’s boobs against her hairy chest. She felt her soft yet slightly worn fingers upon her back, and her tongue entering her mouth. Shiaka(Gem) shut her eyes, ignoring the setting, and began to push her partner back, against the seat of the toilet, as she used the weight of her body to punctuate her actions. Her movement was enthused yet forced, accompanied by a racing uncertain heart and a mind marred by a drug-fueled haze.
The thought of fucking Jade had never really crossed Shiaka’s mind. She loved and appreciated Jade, for listening to her, for helping her, and being a core reason she was able to do so much in such a brief amount of time. Yet she could not think about this person as Jade, and she did not want to think of herself as Shiaka now. Instead, she was Gem, and she was fucking a hot Chinese MILF in a bathroom. That was the fantasy, she was the actor, and with this body pressing her on, making her so damn horny, she pushed forward.
For Jade(Lilian), her mind was in a similar murky state of dissociation, telling herself she was Lilian as she ignored the setting and focused on herself. The hair billowing onto her shoulders, the weight of the heavy breasts on her chest, the slight wiggle that came with every one of Shiaka(Gem)’s thrust of her dick. The way her ass clung to the toilet seat, the feeling of Shiaka(Gem)’s hairy legs against her meaty thighs, the friction of her bra brushing against her partner’s chest, rubbing against her erect nipples. And, of course, the surprise that came with every new vagina she wore, with each one being lined with different pressure points, and reacting to dick in an ever-so-slightly different manner. Yet, through the power of drugs, everything felt sharper, more defined.
It helped her ignore the general humiliation that came with fucking someone on a damn toilet, yet she felt the need to assert herself, for whatever pride she had, if not for her characterization of Lilian Xing. She wanted to appear dominant, to spice up this standard toilet sex with some banter, and attempted just that.
“You’re awfully experienced for your age.” “Maybe you do have a future… as my personal assistant.” “You’re rough, but oh-so virile in your moves.” Between these corny lines, she cooed, called for “Gem,” and shouted in pleasure as her vagina was stimulated by something so substantial. Yet they could only go at this for a few minutes before an apex was reached, and Shiaka(Gem) blew her load inside Jade(Lilian).
Jade(Lilian): “Gyurk~! Oooh, that’s a lot.”
Shiaka(Gem): “S-Sorry, I wasn’t trying to hurt you or anything—”
Jade(Lilian): “No, no, it’s fine, it’s fine… Gem. You’re still so young, so inexperienced, you’ll learn sooner or later. And it’s not like girls have high standards for getting fucked in a bathroom. Just… try to be gentler next time, dear.”
Sitting up with as much poise as one could after getting toilet-fucked, Jade(Lilian) planted a kiss on Shiaka(Gem)’s cheek, leaving her momentarily dazed from something so simple.
Jade(Lilian): “You did a good job…but put your clothes on. We don’t want our co-workers to get worried about us.”
With their clothes thankfully free of ground germs, the pair swiftly got into their outfits. Shiaka(Gem) slid back into her office intern get-up and Jade(Lilian) threw on the still damp partially stained shirt, unbuttoning it an extra notch to obfuscate the stain. Shiaka(Gem) scampered out first, while Jade(Lilian) waited a minute, hoping that she wouldn’t need to explain this in front of her mother.
Part 6: The Swap Posse Bangs Out Behind A Burger Queen
Date: Saturday, July 4, 2015
Time: 12:53 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: Burger Queen, Oransen
Sneaking out the back, Maxxie(Vidkun) and Vidkun(Maxxie) were met with a dead drive thru in a vacant sun-drenched parking lot. Suburbia at its finest. But amid this concrete floor, they saw a shady tuft of grass right leading to a two-meter-high wooden fence. Shady trees were poking from behind this fence, casting the small strip of grass in darkness, while a conveniently placed SUV offered some alluring cover.
Vidkun(Maxxie): “I think that’ll work!”
Maxxie(Vidkun): “Are you sure you want to fuck behind a Burger Queen?”
Vidkun(Maxxie): “It’s behind an SUV on some grass. The Burger Queen element is irrelevant. Now just move it before I change my mind!”
Maxxie(Vidkun): “Geez, I thought you were just regular Maxxie horny, you just can’t handle my libido, now can ya?”
Vidkun(Maxxie): “Sh-Shut up, or I’ll grab Tony, and he’ll fuck me!”
Maxxie(Vidkun): “Oh please, like you could resist your own cock. Let’s mosey, dorko!”
Not wanting to face further humiliation, Vidkun(Maxxie) sprinted behind the SUV and reaching down to his panties, already soaked. At least it didn’t show on his black shorts. Maxxie(Vidkun), by comparison, took her sweet-ass time moving, taking in the sights before arriving behind the car, where she promptly pulled down her board shorts and boxers. The 10 inch penis sprung free, stunk of sex, and as the sight and smell reached Vidkun(Maxxie), he felt his nipples become erect. He began to pull down his shorts in preparation of accommodating his own dick, only for Maxxie(Vidkun) to limply grab his arm.
Maxxie(Vidkun): “Suck it first.”
Vidkun(Maxxie): “What? Are you fucking kidding me? Why would I—”
Maxxie(Vidkun) responded by shaking the vanilla milkshake in his hand. Something that Vidkun(Maxxie) would have noticed if he wasn’t so much of a horndog.
Maxxie(Vidkun): “Suck your own dick, try your home brand, then drink your milkshake to wash it down. Hell, I can fuck you while you drink the milkshake if you want. That seems fun! …Those are my terms.”
A twinge of disgust and frustration flared up on Vidkun(Maxxie)’s face, yet he quickly relented.
Vidkun(Maxxie): “Fucking fine!“
With a scowl on his face and a smug smile on Maxxie(Vidkun)’s mug, Vidkun(Maxxie) planted his bare brown knees on the ground before him and lowered his face to dick level. Immediately, he was stricken by how large it was from this angle, but did not waste more than a second before he craned open his mouth and veer forward onto his cock. He wiggled on his knees, lurching forward, and attempted to encapsulate as much of it as possible, he yet stopped at about seven inches. The smell was fierce, the taste was musky, yet the promise of sex and the warped senses of being under the influence and in another body proved too much of a pull on Vidkun(Maxxie).
His mind said that if he just sucks, he’ll be able to relieve himself properly, while his body urged him to suck… just because it would feel so good. His time with Tony had taught him to appreciate the flavor of cock, the texture of it as it brushed against the top of his mouth, and how the tongue interacted with its veiny body. Yet the fact that his mouth was smaller, that he was doing this with different teeth, with an ever so slightly different tongue, was enough to rust away his technique. In his mind, he compared it to trying to play a game with a cheap third party controller, or with someone else’s PC set up.
Still, he carried on, reminding himself that this was his dick to push him through it, and trying to assert his mind as the primary driver. When, really, just thrusting his mouth to and fro, feeling up the head of his penis, and taking in the masculine musk before him, that alone was enough to push him forward. So, he kept at it, sucking and licking with vigor as he anticipated the inevitable load, and swallowed it as quickly as possible.
Vidkun(Maxxie): “Gyurk… why does it taste like anchovies?”
Maxxie(Vidkun): “Huh, does it? I haven’t actually tried eating boy cum with my girl body, but that seems like it would add up.”
Vidkun(Maxxie): “T-M-I! Just give me my milkshake.”
As requested, Maxxie(Vidkun) handed Vidkun(Maxxie) his promised milkshake, where he made a point to swish things around in his mouth, erasing the taste of his own cum with sugar and milk before swallowing and going in for more. To Maxxie(Vidkun), it seemed like he was just salty and eager for a treat. But Vidkun(Maxxie) knew the reason lied in his pants, where they went from wet to soaked after that blowjob. And with his current mental state, fueled by high emotions, high-fructose corn syrup, and being high, acting pissy and distant was the best way to hide this “humiliating” fact.
Vidkun(Maxxie): “Okay! Now I fuck you!”
That was meant to sound assertive, yet from his current position, bent down on the grass, a milkshake in one hand, and voice laced with frustration, he just sounded desperate. Maxxie(Vidkun) chuckled at seeing someone as reserved as Vidkun behave like this, and proceeded to lay down on the grass, ass-first, dick pointing skyward.
Maxxie(Vidkun): “Works for me! Give me your best shot.”
Her smug disposition was pissing Vidkun(Maxxie) off, so he yanked off his shorts and panties, throwing them on the grass before sliding into the penis before him, wincing as he felt his borrowed vagina stretch to accommodate something so large.
Vidkun(Maxxie): “Fffucking hell! I forget how big that thing can be.”
Maxxie(Vidkun): “Damn right it is, and I forget how tight my pussy can be even after all those stretching exercises she’s had over the years. HA! Now work your magic, girly!”
As she said that, Maxxie(Vidkun) slapped her partner on the ass, making him grunt and moan. For as much as he loved his dick, and was a man, Vidkun still appreciated the feeling of a good vagina. It was tender, receptive, and could be used again and again, rather than bursting a single time. He was so riled up, he could rack up orgasms like they’re combos. But… his pride would not let him behave so crassly. To ease his mood, he shut his eyes twisted himself 180 degrees away from Maxxie(Vidkun)’s face, rejecting the sense of sight and focusing on what he could feel.
Vidkun felt Maxxie’s hair flop on his head, brushing against his neck and cheeks with every downward thrust. He felt her breasts, still clad in a bra, flutter up and down, contained yet unignorable. He felt her body’s fat, riding the equilibrium, jiggle about in a manner that he, a damn stick in both sexes, found enticing. Comparing it to a mixture of Babs and Gem, he was starting to develop a taste for the girthier form.
For Maxxie(Vidkun), this granted her a full view of her ass as it bounced on top of her cock, smushing down onto his abdomen with every cycle, the “cement addiction” tee fluttering to offer flashes of her back as it rose up. It was an angle she did not really get to see of herself, even when having body swapped sex, and was of course paired with the sense of a dick, a huge dick, being squeezed from every angle. She planted her head into the grass and looked up at the clear blue sky as this happened, locked in a state of bliss, and thinking about what she could have after she gets her updated TransSex form. This was just a preview… and a damn good one.
Alas, the preview came to an end as a second eruption burst from Maxxie(Vidkun)’s dick, spraying out his pussy and onto the grass below.
Vidkun(Maxxie): “Shit that’s hot!”
As Vidkun(Maxxie) plopped off of the dick, he fumbled and fell into the grass, narrowly bracing himself before turning over onto his ass, cum dripping out of his pussy.
Maxxie(Vidkun): “Yep, that cinches it for me. I need a Vidkun-sized dick for myself!”
While Vidkun(Maxxie) was struggling to get up, Maxxie)Vidkun) got up with seemingly no trouble, plopping back into her pants before flinging a pair of drenched shorts and panties at her partner.
Maxxie(Vidkun): “If we’re gonna keep doing stuff like this, we might want to keep spare underwear on us…”
Vidkun(Maxxie): “Yeah, yeah, shove some panties in your purse next time. …And thanks for that. Sex normally clears the head, and now, I feel a bit more like myself again.”
Maxxie(Vidkun): “What a curious thing to say after literally having sex with yourself. …Anywho, I think I just worked up enough calories for a burger. You coming with?”
Rather than respond, Vidkun(Maxxie) propped himself up using the SUV, grabbing his milkshake and polishing off the remaining third in a single slurp. He stared at Maxxie(Vidkun) with an expressionless face before greeting her with a loud belch.
Vidkun(Maxxie): “Now I’m ready.”
Part 7: The Swap Posse Smooch It up in a Burger Queen Booth
Date: Saturday, July 4, 2015
Time: 12:53 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: Burger Queen, Oransen
After staring at one another and being met with inexplicable visions, Tony(Caroline) and Paz(Reyn) nestled away from the others by entering the same side of a distant booth seat. The cushion was flat, and the texture was hardly appealing, but it was a world better than the chairs, and neither were picky. The latent memories baked into the brains they were using had been activated through means beyond either of them. Tony’s mind was filled with flashes of Caroline and Reyn’s 7-month-long cabin retreat, and these flashes carried emotions. Longing, desire, and a love for a figure who shifted sexes, yet his self remained static. The same was true for Paz, with these newfound feelings overpowering the love she had for her husband, at least for the moment. How or why this was happening was a mystery to them, but they did not need an answer. The only knew what they wanted, and that was the person filling their eyes.
Tony(Caroline): “I… When I look at you, I feel things. Things I probably shouldn’t be feeling, and I don’t know if I’m just high, or—”
Paz(Reyn): “Do you want me, Caroline?”
Just hearing that voice call him Caroline was enough for Tony to squirm in his seat. He did not know how to answer, but knew what he wanted to say. Just looking at Paz(Reyn) filled him with a longing, and it did the same for her. She looked at Tony(Caroline) the same way she would look at Daisuke when in one of their kinky swap scenarios, but Daisuke was far from the forefront of her mind at the moment. The memories of the cabin felt larger and more pertinent, and while the details were masked by noise, compressed to hell, their composition and color could still be made out.
Paz(Reyn): “I don’t know how, and I don’t care why I have these memories. I just know that they make me want you.”
Tony(Caroline): “Well, that makes two of us then.”
Having enough sense of decency to not get naked inside a Burger Queen, the two instead collided against one another in the booth, jamming their bodies together, and mingling their lips as they became consumed by a mutual lust. Tony(Caroline) rubbed his white linen shorts against Paz(Reyn)’s trouser-clad legs, thick and powerful, grinding against them as he indulged in this ethereal feeling. While Paz(Reyn) felt the need to be the dominant one, reaching past Tony(Caroline)’s green V-neck and grabbing a breast, titillating a nipple with a thumb, eking out a squeaky moan from Tony(Caroline)’s mouth. Her dick was rock hard, pressing against her briefs, desperate for relief, and with her touching him, Tony(Caroline) decided to return the favor.
Without really thinking, with only sensing the dick before him, Tony(Caroline) crept a hand past Paz(Reyn)’s pants and began to stroke her cock, pulling it upwards and out of his briefs, while still obscured by her shirt. Paz(Reyn) paused her hands as her dick was unleashed but Tony(Caroline) was too desperate to go without release. He hopped onto Paz(Reyn)’s leg, grinding his crotch against her firm thighs while pressing his breasts against her chest. Paz(Reyn) looked down at him, mouth agape, and wrapped her big strong arms around Tony(Caroline), pressing him closer before resuming their kiss.
Nothing explicit would be seen by any onlookers, just a usual pair of thirtysomethings making out in a Burger Queen. Not that either really cared. They were too busy making out, only occasionally breaking away from kisses to gaze into each other’s eyes, both blue, but of such different shades. With every passing second, another memory emerged, adding kindling to their flames, and once they had become oblivious to the outside world, they reached an apex.
Through grinding, Tony(Caroline) brought himself to an orgasm, continuing to hump his supposed lover without question even as he felt the juices trickle down into his shorts, staining them with an unambiguous grayish splotch. Afterward, with his head a bit clearer, Tony(Caroline) was able to bring Paz(Reyn) to her own orgasm, yanking her dick past her trousers and at the floor, where the cum splashed on dried gum and drizzled cleanly onto the tile.
It was a release that brought clarity, for both of them. The once oppressive visions flooding their minds began to fade, and as the two sensed this flame losing its gas, they shuffled about, strengthening out their clothes and rubbing their hair back into something presentable.
Tony(Caroline): “Did I really just do that?”
Paz(Reyn): “At our current rate, something like this was inevitable, I suppose.”
Tony(Caroline): “Yeah, but those memories, what even were those supposed to be? What did Verde put into those brownies?”
Paz(Reyn): “I’m not sure, but… do be careful about telling Daisuke about this. He can be the jealous type when he wants to be.”
Tony(Caroline): “Huh? Why would that be… Forget about it. I’m just frazzled that I had sex with one of my friend’s moms.”
Paz(Reyn): “And how do you think I feel, Tony? Let’s just hope that—”
Before Paz(Reyn) could finish that sentence, the sound of a guttural shout pierced through the audio cloud of conversation, drawing their attention back to… whatever was going on at the cluster of tables.
Part 8: The Swap Posse’s Burger Queen Blow-Out
Date: Saturday, July 4, 2015
Time: 12:56 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: Burger Queen, Oransen
As time went on and people cycled through, the vast spread of food on display had been completely consumed. Nearly half the Swap Posse was gone, but the table was free from food beyond half-eaten burgers, a small portion of fries and a handful of nuggets and onion rings. Ideally, nobody should have remained hungry after such an excess of food, yet one person remained munching away, and it was Reyn(Paz) of all people, his belly engorged as he kept eating and eating, backing up his stomach for who knows how long.
Any person of a sensible mind would stop here and now, but from his blazed eyes, reason had not been part of Reyn(Paz)’s head for a hot minute. Still hungry, or thinking he was hungry, he stood up and walked over to the counter, his stride slow but measured, and as his eyes drifted about, they landed on the freezer. Burger Queens were a strange animal in that they were both a fast food place and a place where you could grab frozen treats for a high price. Namely ice cream and cake. Their stock was inconsistent as can be, but today, staring before Reyn(Paz) was a large chocolate cake, coated in frosting. His stomach called to him, and he interpreted it as words of encouragement.
Reyn(Paz) grabbed this cake from the freezer and eagerly took it back to the table, laughing softly as he made the return voyage, before plopping it down. He took off the plastic covering and ran a finger through the frosting, tasting it and finding it to be amenable to his palate. Yet his stomach once again growled, and his confidence faltered.
Reyn(Paz): “I don’t think I have room for this… but maybe Pascal does…”
With a zombie-like disposition, Reyn(Paz) looked over to Verde(Dia), who was in the midst of chatting with Daisuke(Abigale).
Verde(Dia): “I am telling you, my dearrrest Abigale, there is not a single thing that needs to be done rrregarding our system. I have checked it once, twice, and thrrrice, and I shall see to it that we never have a Nari situation ever again.”
Daisuke(Abigale): “But what about the earlier… uh… Scenarios? Are you sure they all stopped when you said they did?”
Verde(Dia): “Why, no one needs to know height nor hair of those, they are a merrre rrremnant of an earrrlier errra.”
The subject was of zero concern to Reyn(Paz), who merely reached out to the purse that was on Daisuke(Abigale)’s chair, pulling out the VD2.0 they brought with. Neither seemed to notice and, with a few button presses, he triggered the TS function, transforming his body from Paz’s ordinary form to that of Pascal Kurokawa. At 172 centimeters, and bearing the same complexion and hair color as Paz, it was one of the more reserved TransSex forms around, being that of a fairly thin man with thick curly hair and a trim beard of the same consistency. It was a form that few other than Paz and Daisuke had worn, and its lack of excitement was reflected in the clothes it donned, being a simple set of slacks and a dress shirt, rather than Paz’s summery dress.
To Reyn, he was only thinking about how this form would have a bigger stomach, and as he transformed… he felt himself freed from whatever trance he was put in. Everything returned to its normal definition, his mind was returning to full capacity, though his belly of food seemed to still be there.
Reyn(Pascal): “What the hell just happened? Why did that brownie make me a glutton like this? Ugh. I think I’m gonna be sick.”
As Reyn(Pascal) attempted to sit down in one of the booth seats to nurse his enlarged stomach, he was interrupted by a spur of commotion from across the table, as Haruki(Nazz) shot up from her chair.
Haruki(Nazz): “I’m gonna go fuck that cake, man!”
Nazz(Haruki): “No, you idiot! You don’t need to fuck a cake! Cakes are made for eating!”
Haruki(Nazz): “Nah, I’m gonna fuck it, it’ll be funny though!”
Moving with a startling display of speed, Haruki(Nazz) yoinked down her shorts and boxers, unleashing her full cock, and pulled the cake to her. Nazz(Haruki) grasped at her, but there was nothing stopping someone like Haruki from getting what she wanted, even if it was just to make a mess. With a vigor and determination only attainable with the power of nebulously defined drugs, Haruki(Nazz) took her dick and rammed it into the cake before her. This in no way successfully meant fucking it. There was nothing solid enough to fuck. Just a bunch of mushy goop and frosting that splattered upon impact, coating her dick, and flying as she haptically flung it. Spraying onto people’s faces, the floor, other tables, booths, even the ceiling somehow, as Haruki(Nazz) just slammed her penis into it without any regards for anything but making the cake gone.
Only once a sorry portion of it was left and everybody around her was shouting, asking “what the fuck are you doing,” did Haruki(Nazz) sit down, look at her frosting drenched dick, and hoisted it off with her hand, eating it up.
Verde(Dia): “Ohohohoho~! Yes, that is prrrecisely that breed of chaos I was expected. Good show, you rrraging horndog!”
Abigale(Verde): “Verde, she got cake all over your dress.”
Verde(Dia): “Dost thou thinketh I carrreth about my drrress at the moment?“
Gem(Shiaka): “…Wha happun?“
Caroline(Tony): “Are we going to need to clean this up, or…”
Zoe(Babs): “Likely not, but I think we should—”
Gregg: “What the hell are you assholes doing?”
Those in attendance all looked over at the manager as he came out of the kitchen, gasping at the mess before him and the guy licking frosting off their dick. Needless to say, he was pissed.
Gregg: “You know we have cameras and crap, right? Get the hell out of here! Now!”
Verde(Dia): “Oh, pish posh! We arrre just having fun, per our agrrreement, no? Besides, I have already disabled those camerrras.”
Juniper: “HOW DID YOU GET CAKE ON THE CEILING? What is this, Charles Entertainment Cheese?”
Gregg: “Ma’am, your money is good, but I’m going to have to ask you all to leave.”
Looking as stern as possible, Gregg stared at Verde(Dia), hoping that she would be intimidated by his title and stature. Naturally, she was not.
Verde(Dia): “Oh, you two. You simply do not underrrstand the genrrre we excel in! Perhaps you two need to learrrn the indelible bliss of body swapping.”
Snatching the VD2.0 from Reyn(Pascal), who was still nursing an overstuffed stomach, Verde pointed the VD2.0 at the pair of Gregg and Juniper, swiftly swapping them within record time. With no poof or bang, it was hard for either of them to grasp what happened, just that they were standing in slightly different places… and felt different.
Juniper in Gregg grabbed her face, feeling her beard, before moving hands to her flat chest, finding nothing but teensy man boobs and a body containing something dangling beneath its abdomen, flowing loosely in a pair of boxers.
Gregg in Juniper had a parallel experience, feeling his hair net, soft hairless face, before looking down, grabbing a pair of boobs before sending a hand to grab a flat crotch.
With this arbitrary check completed, the two turned to find one another and pointed with an appropriate level of shock.
Gregg(Juniper): “W-Why am I standing over there?”
Juniper(Gregg): “Gregg? Are… are you inside my body?”
Verde(Dia): “At this point, I would assume that everrrybody is familiar with the concept. Alas, there is no accounting for taste in the digital errra.”
Gregg(Juniper): “You!”
Juniper(Gregg): “You!“
Gregg(Juniper) & Juniper(Gregg): “Give me back my body!”
Rather than reply to their comments, Verde(Dia) just laughed, cackling to herself as desperate members of the Swap Posse returned from their erotic ventures and looked on at this scene with sheer bewilderment. In a sense, they were all grateful that this mess was happening. They wouldn’t need to explain what they were doing.
Verde(Dia): “Now, wherrre is the fun in that? I have set you two to rrremain swapped for a set amount of time as a learrrning experrrience. It is in my most imporrrtant of opinions that a man should trrry being a woman, and a woman should trrry being a man. And you two both seem close enough for this to worrrk.”
Gregg(Juniper): “Huh? I don’t know how to be a woman! I don’t want this!”
Juniper(Gregg): “Yeah, and I don’t want Gregg gallivanting around as me! Swap us back!”
Upon being faced with this pushback, Verde(Dia) just sighed, shook her head, and wiped a hand over her face. Immediately, she became sober. Her blue eyes were clear and she ditched her faux ritzy rich woman accent for something more… sinister.
Verde(Dia): “You don’t get a say in this. And if you dare demand that I change you back again, I will find a more fitting vessel for you two. Perhaps a pair of rats, or roaches? I just defied the fabric of everything and anything that should be possible, yet you have the audacity to think that you can tell me what to do? Please! Be grateful that this swap is only temporary. If you dare speak back to me again, I will see to it that you are both trapped in these bodies until the day that you die!”
Her words and change in disposition were enough to give Gregg(Juniper) and Juniper(Gregg) pause, biting their tongues in fear over what they stumbled into. Juniper(Gregg) stepped forward to say something, only to be interrupted by the sound of a shouty teenager.
Yuccot: “Juniper! Gregg! Where the fuck are you? We’ve got a line in the drive thru!”
Gregg(Juniper): “C-Coming!”
Gregg(Juniper) then scampered off, a bit clumsy on his feet on account of a new form, but clearly putting work first. Juniper(Gregg), however, remained static.
Juniper(Gregg): “You… why? What did we—”
Verde(Dia): “Temporary means temporary. You could go back to normal in a few days, or several years. And you are earning no points by wasting my time.”
Hearing those words filled Juniper(Gregg) with an immense fury, looking like she would pounce and attack Verde(Dia) at any moment, but she merely clenched her fist, never throwing them, and turned away, entering the kitchen and slamming the door as hard as she could.
Maxxie(Vidkun): “…The hell did I just miss?”
Nazz(Haruki): “Haruki fucked a cake and Verde swapped two innocent fast food workers.”
Jade(Lilian): “How am I not surprised?”
Verde(Dia): “They were asking for it! And they killed my high! …Good thing I packed an extra!”
Reaching into Daisuke(Abigale)’s purse, Verde pulled out a plastic baggie with the 18th drug brownie and ate it in a single bite. As she chewed, she plucked out her phone, giving Urabe a quick call.
Verde(Dia): “Hey Bae, we’re done, bring out the party van. …Yeah, you can bring Terra. Byesies!”
Part 9: The Swap Posse Heads Home
Date: Saturday, July 4, 2015
Time: 13:12 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: Outside of Burger Queen
The eclectic members of the Swap Posse stood outside of Burger Queen, looking like a bunch of drifters as they waited for Urabe to arrive with the “party van.” Which was just a simple white van, filled with seating that was technically legal, and miraculously managed to fit the entire Swap Posse, barring Verde(Dia), in the back. Meaning Daisuke(Abigale), Abigale(Verde), Nazz(Haruki), Haruki(Nazz), Caroline(Tony), Tony(Caroline), Shiaka(Gem), Gem(Shiaka), Reyn(Paz), Paz(Reyn), Jade(Lilian), Liang(Jade), Vidkun(Maxxie), Maxxie(Vidkun), and Zoe(Babs) were all packed in there. While Babs(Zoe)… was off doing who knows what who knows where.
Verde(Dia) instead placed herself up in the passenger’s seat, where Terra(Urabe) took the wheel while Urabe(Terra) was in the middle. You could tell they were still swapped from the amethyst studs on Urabe’s typically ringless ears. From Verde(Dia)’s movements and reddish eyes, it was clear that the second brownie kicked in a lot faster than the first, and she adopted a different affect as she spoke. Raising questions on how standardized these brownies were and how deliberately they were created. But before asking those questions, Terra(Urabe) started driving.
Verde(Dia): “Yo! You know how to d-drive a van, Terra?”
Terra(Urabe): “I know how to drive a damn plane after swapping with Urabe.”
Urabe(Terra): “I can smell the weed on your breath… So I take it that things went well.”
Verde(Dia): “Hell yeah they did! Crazy food, c-crazy sex, mad antics, and a little switchy swap as a thanksies, ya diggity duggers?”
Terra(Urabe): “…Maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t have one of those brownies. Acting like that doesn’t seem like fun.”
Verde(Dia): “Eh, you’re too young to say thungs like dat, li’l missy. Just wait until you… yer… 15 or somethin’.”
Terra(Urabe): “I can do weed when I’m 15, but I can’t have sex until I’m 18? I can drive right now, as you can tell!”
Verde(Dia): “Yeah! Y-You can’t have sex with adults till then, s-statutory law and the two year limit and shit.”
Before Terra(Urabe) could ask about what exactly this meant, Verde(Dia) was interrupted by the sound of her phone blaring her ringtone, the first opening theme of the anime series Nichijou. Looking at the caller, it read the curious name of “Black Vice.” With a smile, she swiped her phone and began the call, leaning back in her chair to get comfy.
Verde(Dia): “Heeeey buuuuddy! H-How’s it goin’?”
Black Vice: “Verde! About time you answered. Listen, I need your help, pronto! My world is in danger, all because you decided to let a fucking space Nazi run loose! They’re fucking everything up!”
Their words were intelligible, yet there was a layer of static on everything Black Vice said. This, combined with Verde(Dia)’s stoned status led her to misunderstand what they were saying.
Verde(Dia): “…Wut? I dunno what you’re talking about. Nazz is cool! …Is this a prank?”
Black Vice: “No, Verde! This is Vice. I am Black Vice! I signed a contract with you! Do you not remember me? If you want to discuss this in person, that’s fine! Just get over to—”
Verde(Dia): “Nah, we… we can chat in the phone. That’s a good… that’s a good way to contact people.”
Black Vice: “Verde, listen to me! Come over to my world, right now!”
Verde(Dia): “But I’m on vacation. I don’t gotta do nothin’. I don’t wanna.”
Black Vice: “PEOPLE ARE DYING AS WE SPEAK, YOU ABSOLUTE DUMBASS!”
Verde(Dia): “…Wut? I can’t hear you when you yell. You gotta fix your signal.”
From there, Verde(Dia) ended the call, casually putting her phone in her tits as the car ride came to an end. Terra(Urabe) expertly weaved her way through the curving roads of this private rich neighborhood and arrived at Casa del Dusk after a brisk five minute drive.
Urabe(Terra): “So, would you care to enlighten me with what your after-party plans are?”
Verde(Dia): “W-We’ve got everybody together, so we may as well keep the party going, all… day, all night, doing whatever, whenever, for whatever reason! ‘Cos they’re gonna be all around the w-world in a couple days. And we gotta make these c-count! So let’s open the d-doors and get the party started… again!”
With that bold declaration, Verde(Dia) swung open the doors of the van, inviting the Posse back to Casa del Dusk… only to look in and see that the majority of them had fallen asleep.
Urabe(Terra): “Yeah, fast food, marijuana, and sex will do that to a person.”
Verde(Dia): “…Ah well, at least we made… some summer— ahahahaha! Sum-sum! Some m-memories today, I guess.”
As Verde(Dia) indulged in a sensible chuckle, this overly long escapade finally came to a close, capping off the Swap Posse’s latest adventure in… an eccentric manner.
Well, at least until they wake up…
Gaiden July 4th: Juniper and Gregg’s Wacked-Up Week!
Date: Saturday, July 4, 2015
Time: 18:44 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: Lakeview, Chicago
The elevated train of Chicago— The L— was packed as people fluttered across the city, between friends’ places and family houses, as they tried to eke whatever joy they could out of the holiday proceedings. The city was abuzz with life in general, but that was a small comfort for people who were just trying to get home and deal with their shit. There were thousands of people just like that, but one of the more curious pairs was Gregg and Juniper, who were currently sitting down, surrounded by people on all sides, in each other’s body, whispering as quietly as they could to avoid suspicion.
Gregg(Juniper): “I still can’t believe this absolute bullshit, we were just doing our job!”
Juniper(Gregg): “Focus! I know this sucks, but we need to deal with this, and we aren’t going to be able to if we don’t know anything about each other.”
Gregg(Juniper): “You say this like we’re strangers. We’ve both been using Chicago Freeters since Spring and have worked together before.”
Juniper(Gregg): “Just because we’re both on some temp position gig app doesn’t mean we know Jack shit or Jimmy fuck about each other.”
Gregg(Juniper): “You sure? We’ve worked together, what is it, five times by now?”
Juniper(Gregg): “I work a lot of places with a lot of people, doing a lot of things. That doesn’t mean I don’t keep myself guarded. You share too much and you’ll lose yourself eventually. …That sounded less contextually relevant in my head. Let’s just start over. Where are you from and how did you get into this mess?”
Gregg(Juniper): “Oh, uh, I guess I can answer that. I’m from Hellsprings, Florida—”
Juniper(Gregg): “There’s no way that’s a real name.”
Gregg(Juniper): “What the hell kinda town are you from then? I can tell you’re not a local.”
Juniper(Gregg): “Funke, Colorado.”
Gregg(Juniper): “I’m from the springs of Hell, you’re from funkytown? Great!”
As they bantered, the train halted, doors opened, and the automated voice of the Chicago Transit Authority (CTA) said they arrived at Belmont. Both stood up from their seat and wedged through the cluster of people around them, slinking out their targeted door before another dozen could filter in. Squeezing past these people forced them to confront their new bodies again. Feeling their hair bop around, feeling the way weight hung on their bodies, and noticing how people standing looked at them with either aversion or some lingering desire.
Gregg(Juniper) winced as he felt his boobs brush up against some girl’s backpack, and flinched as he felt his ponytail smack against someone’s face, apologizing as Juniper(Gregg) followed behind, a bitter expression on her face. Once off the train, the two skittered down the stained concrete stairs and through the turnstile, Gregg(Juniper) nearly tripping in the process.
The streets of Belmont opened up to them, full of cars trying to get to places, and fewer people hitting the streets than one might expect. For the two, this was fine. It meant they wouldn’t need to worry as much about someone eavesdropping on them. They could talk at a regular volume.
Juniper(Gregg): “So, why’d you go halfway across the country? Don’t Black guys prefer the South?”
Gregg(Juniper): “Only if they’re in Atlanta or something. Florida though? That place is a shithole. You got moneybags motherfuckers with their plantations, slave labor all up in Miami from corporations enjoying some legal tax evasion. Disney’s doing their shit to fuck this state into a corporate paradise, and regular dudes like me are just struggling to make some bread. Don’t even get me started on the humidity and those fucking lovebugs that make outside a ripe hell every year. Right out of high school, I had to get outta there. I started working for a trucking company and hauled my ass around the country. Then they laid my ass off while I was in Chicago, and I was like, fuck it, this place seems pretty happenin’. Been looking for a stable gig since winter, and… here I am! Outta luck, living one day at a time, taking whatever shit life throws at me!”
Juniper(Gregg): “Damn… that bites, dude.”
Gregg(Juniper): “No shit! At least with this thousand bucks I can finally get ahead a little. Should be enough for one month’s rent at my studio down in Old Town. …But what about you? Were you just craving that Midwest humidity so much you moved your whole life here?”
Juniper(Gregg): “God no! That’s the one thing I don’t like about being outside of the Rockies. …Basically, I was sick of being in some small town selling clothes at Arjeanne’s. One of my high school friends ditched Funke for Chicago, leaving right after high school, and she kept telling me to come to Chicago, come to Chicago. So I decided to finally do that, book a flight, and see what the hype was about. …And I liked it a helluva lot more than Denver, I’ll tell you that much! She hosted me for a while, showed me the sights, and after our little ‘Spring Break’ together, I decided that… I didn’t want to go back. I was finally in a place where things were popping, where I didn’t need a damn car to get around, and there were millions of people! Places like this feel alive. Funke just feels dead by comparison. Like, look at that!”
To illustrate her point, Juniper(Gregg) pointed at Hawthorne Scholastic Academy, where the school turf field was full of hundreds of people. They were gathered around, sitting on blankets, in outdoor folding chairs, shuffling around, chatting, patronizing food and drink stands., and somebody even set up a sound system with huge speakers, playing some modern pop hits.
Juniper(Gregg): “I didn’t know about that and I live here! We didn’t have Grant Park of Navy Pier, we didn’t have any big parties, we didn’t feel like there was rampant life to enjoy. Here, people do! And if I could, I would just go home, freshen up, and enjoy that party, because I had a thousand bucks in my pocket! But no! Now I’m stuck in your body because I was just trying to do my damn job!”
Gregg(Juniper): “Don’t blame yourself. How were either of us supposed to know that lady had that magic Game Boy? I mean, how the hell were we supposed to know that BODY SWAPPING IS FUCKING REAL?!”
As Gregg(Juniper) screamed at the top of his lungs, he heard someone fumble behind him. Both turned around to see a well-dressed middle-aged Desi woman, her eyes darting around as if she had just heard a gunshot, before laying her eyes on Gregg and Juniper. She sprinted away the instant they made eye contact, jumping into her street-parked car, and put the pedal to the metal, zooming away at 60 kilometers in a school zone.
Juniper(Gregg): “That was a far more animated reaction than anything I expected. Maybe Indians just think body swapping’s a taboo or something?”
Gregg(Juniper): “Or maybe she knows more than we think…”
Juniper(Gregg): “Please, don’t tell me you’re a conspiracy theorist, Floridaman.”
Gregg(Juniper): “Hey, I just know what I see, and that was not a normal reaction!”
Juniper(Gregg): “I was just making a joke. Whatever. …Do you really think you can cover for me?”
Gregg(Juniper): “What’s there to cover? We’re both working at the pool tomorrow, so we’ll be able to check ourselves while getting holiday pay. Chicago Freeters gives instructions and video tutorials for everything.”
Juniper(Gregg): “No, I mean as a woman. You’re walking like a dude, and you’re talking like half an octave deeper than I usually do.”
The two stopped as Juniper(Gregg) voiced this criticism, with Gregg(Juniper) sighing in frustration before taking in a deep breath and raising his arms. He felt the air going through his lungs, shut his eyes, and felt the myriad differences in his body, from minute to major. From the shape of his face to the curvature of his spine to the breasts on his chest to the bra digging into his shoulders to the ass he was now sporting along with a pair of wide hips. He wiggled himself around as he confirmed what he was working with and walked forward about twenty steps, shaking his ass with a bit too much flare at first before adopting a more natural gaunt near the end.
Gregg(Juniper): “My apologies for not focusing on this, I had a little too much on my mind. Meanwhile, you are walking with way too much sway to your hips and are speaking too softly for my liking.”
While Juniper(Gregg) could criticize his delivery, it was a remarkable improvement spurred on by no practice, so she felt the need to do the same. Juniper(Gregg) raised her broader shoulders, taking in a full breath as she felt her lack of an ass and boxy rectangular shape. With no bra, no breasts, and less than an inch of hair on her scalp, she felt a bit lacking. There was little new beyond the obvious thing between her legs, but she felt… out of sorts with such plain utilitarian features. She walked forward thirty paces, moving too stiffly before adopting a decent stride, one that Gregg(Juniper) quickly criticized.
Gregg(Juniper): “I take it they don’t got a lot of Black dudes in Funke.”
Juniper(Gregg): “Well, I’m sure they… never mind!”
Gregg(Juniper): “What can I say? I’ve stared at a lotta Latina ass during my days, and know how they like to move.”
Juniper(Gregg): “Ugh. You’ve… you’ve made your point. Now let’s head into my apartment. It’s not the schmanciest, but beggars can’t be choosers.”
After putting in some effort to adopt something closer to Gregg’s normal speaking voice, Juniper(Gregg) reached into her pockets to open up the gate to a three flat. Not one of the standard early 20th century three flats that littered the Chicagoland areas. Those were a bit too pricey. Instead, it was a cheaper building from the 50s or 60s, with narrow, off-white, horizontal paneling covering its exterior. …Except when Juniper(Gregg) reached, she only found Gregg’s keys.
Snatching away her purse to grab her keys, Juniper(Gregg) and Gregg(Juniper) skipped past the main door, slithered through the narrow walkway to the backyard, and were greeted by a series of wooden stairs, painted white. Despite their fairly clean appearance, the stairs squeaked as they walked up them, worn through hot summers, cold winters, and copious rainfall, before reaching the top floor. Unlike the basement, first floor, or second floor, which were all two bedroom apartments with identical layouts, the floor was merely a studio apartment.
It was a pretty spartan place, but it had the essentials. A full kitchen, featuring a dishwasher but no washing machine. A single bathroom with only a walk-in shower. Along with a mixed living and sleeping space with a queen-sized mattress, decade old sofa, 32 inch TV, and a small table bearing four basic chairs and a laptop. The layout was decent. What one would expect from a college-aged woman living on her own, with a scattering of decorations, a houseplant in the corner, but it was a perfectly livable 32 to 37 square meter living arrangement for one person. Basic, clearly old, and paired with creaky floorboards, but firmly livable.
The two kicked off their shoes onto a rug a couple steps away from the door and entered the apartment proper. Juniper(Gregg) rushed to the kitchen to wash her hands before turning on the ceiling fan and window air conditioning unit. While Gregg(Juniper) looked around like someone checking into a hotel, before moving towards the couch, plopping down with the poise of a sack.
Gregg(Juniper): “Gotta admit, this is nicer than my place.”
Juniper(Gregg): “Thanks. But please wash your hands before you touch anything.”
Frustrated, Gregg(Juniper) thrust himself off of the couch and ventured into the bathroom, running the lukewarm water and scrubbing his hands clean, staring into a mirror as he did so. He flinched upon seeing Juniper at first, but after two seconds, he was busy making exaggerated and silly expressions, watching as his reflection did the same. He laughed at the level of control he had over this body, the sheer novelty of manipulating another’s face, before he was interrupted by Juniper(Gregg), leaning on the frame of the open bathroom door.
Juniper(Gregg): “Can I trust you not to do anything stupid with my body? I just… it’s not just that you’re wearing my face, to the entire world, you are just Juniper Shines. You have everything but my brain right now, and… that scares me.”
Gregg(Juniper): “Uh, you realize I can say the same about you, Juniper. I don’t want to be a woman, you probably don’t want to be a guy, but we’re in this situation together, so we just gotta make it work.”
Juniper(Gregg): “…I guess that’s a yes then, or as good of a yes as I’m gonna get. …But I still want you to stay here, and I’m not gonna stay at your apartment.”
Gregg(Juniper): “Yeah, yeah, I figured as much. Just grab my clothes and shit, and we’ll stay here for a while. Landlady already got paid this month. All she cares about is cash and keeping shit quiet after 22:00.”
Gregg(Juniper) was pretty casual all things considered, leaning on the sink as he talked, having seemingly accepted this situation, yet Juniper(Gregg) was different. She stared at him with a frustration that she seemed to struggle to articulate, or perhaps understand. Groaning, she walked away from the door and into the living area, where Gregg(Juniper) followed, looking through the kitchen as they talked.
Juniper(Gregg): “…I’ll just come out and say it. I don’t know how I feel about you having my body. Sexually.”
Gregg(Juniper): “Pfft! I’m not gonna whore your body out or sell nude pics or whatever. And you’re free to play with my dick. It’s been a long time since any woman has.”
Juniper(Gregg): “No, you’re… how to explain this to a guy? I don’t want you to be too rough with anything about my body, at all, and I know how guys can be with girls bodies, thinking they can just ram crap into them and treat them like a monster truck.”
Gregg(Juniper): “…You had me and you lost me.”
Juniper(Gregg): “Just… be careful, in every sense of the word. I know we are in this together, whether we like it or not, but don’t just assume I’m as okay with this as you are, alright? …I’m heading out to your place in Old Town. The address is on your phone. I’ll call you if I have any questions.”
After saying that, Juniper(Gregg) grabbed a glass of water, downed it in a few seconds, snagged a banana from the countertop, and bounced.
Gregg(Juniper): “…FINALLY! Thought she’d never leave me alone! Now I can take it easy.”
Rising from the couch, Gregg(Juniper) returned to the bathroom to freshen up a little. He grabbed a conveniently placed makeup remover wipe to lather away the light coloration from his face before stripping down to his bra and underwear, dabbing his sweatier bits with a washcloth and getting a fuller look of at his current body. Free from any pesky clothes or makeup, he looked at the totality of his current body, saw Juniper in her natural state, and she looked… cute. Nothing remarkable about her in either direction, but a common average. Arguably she was sporting a couple extra kilos, but in 2015, that was just normal, wasn’t it?
Gregg(Juniper): “Not too shabby. Especially considering what I was packing. Solid 7/10 all around, and I should be able to manage this. A guy learned a lot growing up with sisters, especially older sisters who like to put you in dresses. If there’s any reason I know I’m a dude for real, it’s that shit. …I guess I need to be a woman, temporarily, so I should try. But first…”
Leaving the bathroom, Gregg made his way to the fridge, which had the basics. Eggs, bread, milk, some fruits and veggies. But the complementary Burger Queen lunch meant he wasn’t hungry at the moment. Instead, he gravitated towards a can of beer, opened it, and chugged a third down in a single gulp.
Gregg(Juniper): “Fuck. If there’s ever a night where I needed a drink, it’s tonight.”
Alone and with over an hour to spare, Gregg(Juniper) spent his alone time preparing himself. Pulling out Juniper’s heels and trying to walk in them, if only to build upon his inherited muscle memory. Loading up a makeup tutorial on his phone so he could create some approximation of what Juniper had on before he scrubbed it all way. And exploring his new wardrobe, looking over things, doing inventory, matching basic outfits he could wear on the bed, and trying on a few, posing in a full-body mirror clearly from a secondhand shop.
All of this led him to the challenge of a bra. He’d helped his sisters with these things before, knew how much of a pain these hooks could be, and tried unhooking and rehooking, again and again, with his bra… before deciding to just hook it from the front, spin it around, and put it on that way. In the end, it looked the same, felt the same, but was simply easier with these bras and this body shape.
After about an hour, Gregg(Juniper) was strutting around the narrow walkways of this studio apartment in a pair of three inch heels. He was wearing a casual short-sleeved dress, his makeup job on the cusp of decent, hair in a mildly lopsided ponytail, and his body mellowed out by two cheap beers. He spoke as he walked, reciting a couple of stock lines he’d said dozens of times at restaurant jobs, paying particular attention to the annunciation, and trying to say them in many different ways. Whatever one could say about this guy… he was at least trying. It was on this scene that the unlocked door swung open, narrowly smacking the wall if not for the door stopper spring.
The crashing noise shut up Gregg(Juniper), and he turned around to see Juniper(Gregg) with a heavy backpack around her shoulders and two cloth bags in her arms. Sweat glistened across her face, and she plopped the bags down with a thud. Clearly, she brought more than just clothes.
Juniper(Gregg): “I emptied your fridge and grabbed your cooler. Thank me later.”
Gregg(Juniper): “…I had a cooler? …Oh right, I forgot about that thing! I think I got it for $8 at Goodwill.”
Juniper(Gregg): “Your place is a sty. It stunk, and now I stink. I… I forgot how much men stunk during the summer. Take your clothes, put them in the spare dresser, unpack everything, I’m… what the hell are you wearing?”
In her exhausted state, Juniper(Gregg) had ignored what was right in front of her. Her body, dressed up, with fresh makeup on, walking around in heels.
Gregg(Juniper): “Oh, do you not like it? I just wanted to—”
Juniper(Gregg): “I can see you got comfortable. Lemme guess, you wanted to clean up after masturbating?”
Gregg(Juniper): “Pfft. What kind of man do you take me for? I’m not that crass, and I would’ve asked before I tried anything. …But, uh, can I?”
Seeing Gregg(Juniper) stand before her, looking cute, a hand cocked on his hip, it filled Juniper(Gregg) with a flurry of feelings. There were so many things she wanted to say, but she had an easy out, and took it, giving him a straight answer.
Juniper(Gregg): “…I can see you’re already embracing your feminine side. So, why not? If you’ll excuse me, I need to get some of this man stank off of me.”
Gregg(Juniper): “Oh… good. Hey, when you’re done, I can throw your clothes in with mine and I can do a load of laundry… after you’re done with your shower.”
It was a decent suggestion, and still early enough in the evening to do laundry, yet his helpfulness, eagerness to suggest such a thing, gave Juniper(Gregg) pause… before ultimately agreeing to his offer.
Juniper(Gregg): “Th-Thanks. I shouldn’t be too long. Anything I should know about washing your hair or—”
Gregg(Juniper): “Nah. Black hair’s a bitch to maintain and I keep it short for a reason. Just throw on some shampoo and you’re good.”
With a nod, Juniper(Gregg) grabbed a change of clothes and shampoo bottle from her bags and ran over to the bathroom, shutting the door as she muttered obscenities under her breath.
Juniper(Gregg): “Fucking hell, this is a nightmare…”
She stared at the bathroom mirror, seeing her sweaty bearded mug look back at her, then looked down to her jeans, seeing a tent forming, just large enough to be noticeable.
Juniper(Gregg): “I cannot believe guys get horny this easily. Girls, guys, anybody on the street showing enough skin, it has been going like crazy for the past two fucking hours. Why the fuck is it like this? I’m a fucking lesbian! Maybe Gregg’s gay and… no, he’s not. No gay guy has that much interracial straight porn on his phone. …Is he getting off on this? Is this his real sexual fantasy?”
As Juniper(Gregg) had a minor crisis, Gregg(Juniper) knocked on the door, drawing her attention.
Gregg(Juniper): “Hey, you alright in there? Having trouble with my jeans? The zipper has a tendency to get stuck.”
Twenty seconds later Juniper(Gregg) had stripped and thrown herself into the shower, shampoo bottle in hand, and turned on the crusty faucet, embracing the cold water as it drenched her body. She shivered, yet embraced this feeling in the hopes of clearing her head. She looked down at her erection, and saw it diminish from the sudden change in temperature, becoming flaccid once again. A sigh of relief escaped her mouth and she began scrubbing herself, muttering her thoughts out loud.
Juniper(Gregg): “It’s probably just nerves, or testosterone. You went to school with a lot of boys, they got boners when presenting Biology papers and crap, it’s not you, it’s just the situation.”
She tried to keep these words in mind, but as she moved from rinsing to washing, she began to notice and fixate on more elements of her current form. The way water trickled onto a thinly covered scalp, effortlessly drifting down her neck. How it gathered and cascaded down her beard, reminding her of her facial hair every second. And how her body not only had a different shape, but was adorned with thin dark hairs. Her legs looked like she hadn’t shaved in two months, her arm pits were bushels of hair, and her chest to her naval had a coat of hair that reached down to her dick and balls.
Juniper(Gregg) tried to move fast, scrubbing swiftly and shampooing with vigor before going in for the final rinse. By the time the shower was done, less than five minutes had passed. Juniper(Gregg) was wet, feeling like she had just stepped out of a pool and into a cold breeze, yet her penis had become erect again. It was not particularly large at the standard 5 inches, yet feeling it dripping with water, hair sticking to its person, and the balls scrunched up beneath it, she could not deny the temptation to give it a little tug.
Frustrated, she jumped out the shower and tried to dry off, using her towel out of sheet instinct, before looking at her face. The face of a decently handsome dude, average by her account, and definitely not the gender of person she would be interested in. She focused on this, on her face, and on the body of a man. Their bodily hair, their flatness, their harsher features, their dicks. All things that she knew should be a turn-off. She was a loud and proud lesbian, damn it! Yet her body seemed to have different ideas about her current sexuality.
Juniper(Gregg): “Am I really going to… No, no, Juniper, think normal thoughts. Normal thoughts!“
She tried just that, thinking about herself. About getting ready for work. Making breakfast. Getting on the train. Entertaining customers, helping women at Arjeanne’s find new outfits. About doing her damn taxes and getting groceries. Yet, nothing helped. Nothing made her dick shrink! If anything, thinking about herself was making it harder, sending pulsating sensations through it against her will, urging her to do as men do. “
With the bathroom fan running and the shower stall still wet, she went back in and did what she felt she had to.
Juniper(Gregg) clenched her hairy dick and thrust it, her mind fixating on the sight of Gregg wearing her body, looking cute, looking comfortable, and looking feminine. She could not understand why this was her fantasy, yet she carried on, jerking it up and down until, bam, it happened. A burst of semen escaped her cock and splattered against the shower wall. It was like a gun firing a piece of hot lead, a geyser bursting with searing hot water, a female orgasm that was concentrated and distilled into something that sent her whole body shaking. It only lasted five seconds… but those five seconds made her feel like she was riding the rim of something beyond mortals.
Juniper(Gregg): “Aaahhh… I… I did it. Oh, fuck, I did it! Ha… Hahahaha! When you can’t cry, you laugh. I’ve been a man for less than eight hours, and I already did it like one. …Please, don’t make me spend the rest of my life like this. I don’t know if… if I can take it.”
As these thoughts of dread plagued Juniper(Gregg)’s mind, she cleaned up after herself, dressing while maintaining some level of self-control. She stared in the mirror, her libido contained, and returned to Gregg(Juniper), fearful of how the rest of her first night as a man would play out.
Verde’s Doohickey 2.0 Main Page
Act 1: SwitchY Swap
May 16th: Prom Pomf Pomf Preview
May 29th: Enter Verde’s Doohickey 2.0
May 30th: Let’s Get Swappin’
May 31st: Flare Family Fiasco
June 1st: Graduation Day
June 2nd: The Kurokawa ‘Sisters’
June 3rd: My Day As Zoe Xing
June 4th: Love in Seoul
June 5th: Sister Mother and Sister Daughter
June 6th: Back 2.0 Basics
June 7th: Assembling the Posse
June 8th: Anita Neukar in… Vivi Gaimz
June 9th: Mother Daughter Heart-2.0-Heart
June 10th: Daisuke and Paz in… Wacked Up Wednesday
June 11th: VAG Swap
June 12th: Terra’s Tomorrow
June 13th: Haruki’s Birthday Bash
Act 2: CHAOTIC CHANGES
June 14th: Jade and the Kuro Abigale Quinlans
June 15th: Aku_Mako’s E3 2015 Rundown – Day Zero
June 16th: Transform Sex Power
June 17th: Erotic Blitz
June 18th: An Evening At The Local Water Park
June 19th: Date Night Cubed
June 20th: Chicago Diamond Symphonia
June 21st: The Father’s Day Resurrection Special
June 22nd: Nazz and Liang Do Flare Industries
June 23rd: The Kurokawa Family Visits the Museum of Science and Industry
June 24th: Whatever Happened to… Yuccot Kikansky?
June 25th: A World Where The Gamers Won
June 26th: Bond Xing
June 27th: SSS – Sizzling Sexual Summer
June 28th: Lesbians 2.0 Gay Boys
June 29th: Caroline and Raiyne’s Cabin Logs
ACT 3: WORLDLY WONDERS
July 1st: We Lost the Remote in Tokyo!
July 2nd: Maid Café Mishaps
July 3rd: Pier Parties and Peaceful Palavers
July 4th: The Freedom To Get High At Burger Queen!
July 5th: From Nippon With Love
July 6th: Let’s Go Mexico with Haruya ‘n’ Da Boyz! Episode 1
July 7th: Jade & Caroline’s Austrian Adventure Episode 1
July 8th: Max’s Buff Quest Episode 1
July 9th: Let’s Go Mexico with Haruya ‘n’ Da Boyz! Episode 2
July 10th: Jade & Caroline’s Austrian Adventure Episode 2
July 11th: Max’s Buff Quest Episode 2
July 12th: Let’s Go Mexico with Haruya ‘n’ Da Boyz! Episode 3
July 13th: Jade & Caroline’s Austrian Adventure Episode 3
July 14th: Max’s Buff Quest Episode 3
July 15th: Utage Three-Point-Oh!