Fucking with Me

My wife wanted to fuck me. But she also wanted to fuck a woman. And now she had the means to do both at the same time.

She found this medallion that allowed her to change our bodies when we touched it to clothes and ourselves. And the longer you touched the medallion, the more you would change.

Anyways, she wanted to fuck me, but she didn't want to be a man. I myself was not opposed to be being a woman. So my wife, Cordi, took the medallion and a pair of my underwear and grew my dick. Then she threw the medallion and a pair of panties at me. I caught them both and began to change immediately.

My dick was gone before I knew it, and the changes spread from there. My ass filled out and my legs became much more smooth. I could feel my insides rearrange and my waist pull in. Breasts ballooned out of my chest and and my shoulders narrowed. As I lost muscle mass in my arms and hand, my neck and became smaller and my face contorted to someone else's features entirely. Blonde hair exploded from my scalp. I had become another woman.

My wife wasted no time in attacking me. She didn't even let me take off my clothes. She pulled away my underwear and proceeded to thrust her new hard dick into my new wet pussy. I was filled to the brim, I could barely think as Cordi pumped in and out of me. I screamed in my new soprano, and my wife grunted with each thrust. Neither of us wasted any time in coming to an explosive orgasm.

I'm not quite sure what just happened. But fuck if I didn't like it. My wife and I are going to have some fun times ahead, because I'm definitely not giving back this body until I've explored all its orgasmic capabilities.

My Name is Gladiator

"How dare you show your back to me!" Commodus exclaimed, pushing his nephew to the side. "Slave! You will remove your helmet and tell me your name."

The gladiator sighed, removed his helmet, and turned around, looking Commodus directly in the eyes.

"My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius.
Commander of the Armies to the North. General of the Felix Legions.
Loyal servant to the true Emperor, Marcus Aurelius.
Father to a murdered son. Husband to a murdered wife.
And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next."

The Emperor was astounded. His men had told him that the general was dead. He was supposed to be dead. He whispered to his aide and at his word, the soldiers surrounding them lifted their spears in preparation from battle.

But something happened that Commodus did not expect: the crowd wanted Maximus to survive. And because of his efforts to gain the favor of the mob, Commodus could not kill the general in front of everyone, not when Maximus was so popular. So he let the gladiator live, and let him walk away. All the while, the crowd roared and cheered his name "Maximus! Maximus! Maximus!"

But this was not the end. Ideas were already brewing in the Emperor's head.

---

After many battles, betrayals, and attempted escapes, Maximus and Commodus were once again facing each other. Maximus was tied up, wearing nothing but torn rags. Commodus walked in wearing armor of the purest white. He walked straight up to his sworn enemy, but stopped an looked up. He was listening to the crowds cheer in the Colosseum above them.

"Maximus. Maximus. Maximus." Commodus whispered. "The general who became a slave. The slave who became a gladiator. The gladiator who defied an emperor. Striking story! But now, the people want to know how the story ends. Only a famous death will do. And what could be more glorious than to challenge the Emperor himself in the great arena?"

Maximus looked at him. "You would fight me?"

"Why not?" The Emperor was instantly angry. "Do you think I am afraid?"

"I think you have been afraid all your life."

"Unlike the great general. Who knows no fear?"

Maximus smiled slightly. "I knew a man once who said, 'Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back.'"

Commodus smiled back, mockingly. "I wonder, did you friend smile at his own death?

Maximus no longer smiled, but looked Commodus squarely in the eye. "You must know, he was your father."

This struck Commodus hard. "You loved my father, I know. But so did I. That makes us brothers, doesn't it?" The Emperor embraced the gladiator, bringing out a knife with a small amount of blood on it. He stabbed Maximus in the back with it. "Smile for me now brother."

Commodus ordered his men to cover Maximus' wound with his armor. Maximus felt weak, but he also felt strange. He was led to a platform, where he and Commodus were raised up to the level of the Colosseum floor. Thousands of fans were cheering at his presence and at the prospect of seeing him fight the Emperor himself.

But Maximus could barely stand, let alone fight. His whole body was on fire. And he definitely felt as if his body was betraying his senses. But he had to fight, to exact revenge upon the man responsible for killing his wife and son. Maximus took his sword and prepared to fight.

He could feel his body change throughout the swordfight, and with each blow, Commodus only laughed. And even despite these changes and stab wound, he still managed to keep the upper hand on Commodus. Soon, the man was left defenseless, but still he laughed at Maximus.

"Look at you, Maximus!" he laughed. "You have no chance as you are."

Maximus looked down to find that his whole body had changed. He had been so focused on killing the Emperor, he had ignored his wounds and the signals his body was sending him. He had the body of a woman. His breasts were protruding from his armor, his hair had grown long and black. His skins was soft and his arms were thin. Thinking back, he knew the blood on the knife that stabbed him was sorcery. Commodus had taken the coward's way out to ensure his own victory.

As Maximus was distracted, Commodus pulled a small knife from a secret place within his sleeve and attempted to surprise the woman. But Maximus dodged, and managed to grab Commodus' knife arm, and keep him locked there. Slowly, Maximus bent the Emperor's elbow so that the knife was facing his throat. And with his last ounce of strength, forced Commodus' own knife into his neck.

Commodus looked up in surprise, and Maximus let him fall to the ground.

Maximus then fell to the ground himself, his new body finally giving out.

---

Maximus survived the fight, but would never again be able to return to his life as a man, a general. Nor could he return to his life of freedom. In her new body, Maximus did the only thing she knew how: fight. Fight as a gladiator within the Colosseum. She fought well, earning a reputation even among the most skilled swordsman. And whenever anybody asked her name, she merely said,

"My name is Gladiator."

Boxer Thief

I finally caught him. My roommate, Greg, has the bad habit of not doing his laundry, but doesn't like to wear dirty underwear. I don't blame him, but if he just did his laundry he wouldn't have that problem. What I do blame him for is stealing my underwear.

He denies it every time I yell at him, and it's gotten to the point where I have to do his laundry for him just so he won't steal my clean boxers.

Well, I finally caught him in the act. And it was all thanks to that weird old guy in that small shop in the mall. He gave me this pair of black panties and told me to put them in my underwear drawer.

"The next person who sees them won't be able to resist putting them on," he said with a chuckle. "So be sure it's him who opens the drawer next."

I was still pretty skeptical that Greg would put the panties on, but the old man sweetened the deal by saying they were only a buck fifty. I couldn't resist that deal, even if I only got a laugh out of seeing Greg's face when he sees them in my drawer.

I put the panties in my underwear drawer and closed the drawer. I was almost tempted to open it myself just to see what would happen, but I heeded the old man's warning. I went downstairs to watch some television, and I kept my video camera with me just in case.

Greg came home not to long afterward and immediately went upstairs to take a shower. I waited until he went into our room, went upstairs, and stood outside, waiting to hear...well, something.

At what I thought was the right time, I swung my door open, video camera up, ready to humiliate Greg. He was just in the process of putting the panties on, the rest of him buck naked.

I laughed as I hit the record button, but Greg didn't even look up. As soon as the panties were in place, he began to change. It looked as if liquid was spreading out from the panties all along Greg's pale skin. Upon closer inspection, it was actually the effect of Greg's skin becoming tanner and smoother. Once his entire body was tan, the rest of the changes happened all at once.

His ass, breasts, and hair exploded outward from his body, as if they were being forced out. I was too distracted by those to notice that at the same time, the rest of his body had changed as well. Greg no longer stood before me, but a goddess.

Greg hadn't moved the entire time, not a muscle. But as soon as the last change took place, he looked over in my direction and smiled.

"Hello, lover," she said seductively. "I missed you in the shower. How about you put that video camera down and come make up for that."

I complied.

It wasn't the solution I was expecting. I don't even know if you would call this a solution, since my new roommate still wears my underwear. But I don't complain; she can wear whatever she wants.

Body and Soulmates: Chapter 4

“Yes. I’m ready.”

“Okay, but first… Your nipples are twice as sensitive.”

“What? Oooh, you bad…”

“You feel me give you a deep passionate kiss. You feel my lips pressed against yours, with my hand against the back of your head, pulling you towards me. You feel my bare chest against your breasts and the bulge of my crotch pressed against yours. You feel as we passionately make out. You feel as we stop for me to take off your shirt and bra, but begin to make out again, even more violently, your bare chest against mine. You feel me break the kiss and begin to kiss and bite your neck, moving up and down towards your shoulder. You feel as I continue to kiss down your chest towards your breasts.”

Andrew could hear Stephanie’s breathing become more labored, and then nothing at all. She must have dropped the phone.

On the other end, Steph could still feel Andrew kiss her breast, but became aware that he wasn’t moving from there, and that she could no longer hear him. She opened her eyes and realized Andrew really wasn’t there, but she could still feel him kissing her chest. She leaned over and picked up her dropped phone. All she said was, “I’m putting you on speaker.”

Andrew started right back up. “You feel me move down towards your right nipple, kissing more softly as I get there. You feel me move my left hand towards your left breast, massaging it as I kiss your right nipple, moving my tongue along it. You feel my mouth suck on your nipple, my tongue playing with the tip of your nipple,” Andrew paused. “Your breasts grow in size, but are no less sensitive.”

“Oh my god,” Andrew could hear Steph whisper.

“You feel that your pants and underwear are already off, and so are mine. You feel me move from your right nipple to your left as I move my right hand down along your stomach towards your crotch. You feel as I move two fingers along the lips of your vagina. You feel my fingers push inside your vagina, just part way. You feel them move up towards your clit, where you feel my fingers massage your clit. You still feel my lips and tongue on your left breast, licking and massaging your nipple.”

“Oh my god. Please enter me,” Steph’s breathing was very heavy, letting out a groan and a whimper with increasing frequency. “No more, no more. Do it, put your dick inside me.”

“You feel me remove my lips from your nipples and my hand from your vagina. You feel as I move to position my dick at the entrance to your vagina. You feel as I rub the head of my penis on your clit. You feel me slowly enter your vagina, inches at a time. You feel me suddenly push my dick deep within you vagina, all the way to the hilt.”

Stephanie let out a small shriek. Her breathing was becoming much faster paced.

“You feel my dick moving up and down within your vagina. You feel me laying on top of you, your breasts against my chest. You feel me kiss your neck as I continue to pump my dick in and out of your wet pussy.”

“Oh my god, Andrew. You’re dick is so big. Fuck me, Andrew. Faster, harder. Oh!” Steph nearly screamed it. But Andrew was focused on the fact that his dick was indeed larger now. Much larger. This gave him an idea.

“You feel my dick grow in thickness inside you.” Steph’s gasps and screams growing in intensity. “You feel me fuck you harder and harder, faster and faster. You feel my dick inside you, every ridge and vein, pumping within you. You feel…”

But at that moment, Andrew heard Steph scream in glorious orgasm. “You feel me orgasm inside you, pushing up against your crotch with great force.” Steph’s breathing was becoming less labored and more even as she came down from her orgasmic high. “You feel my dick remove itself from your vagina.”

“Oh my god, Andrew. That was amazing. I can’t believe you weren’t actually here.”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“Wow. Just give me a minute to come down from that. Oh my god, I’m still wearing clothes! That was so cool.”

“You know you made my dick bigger while we were doing that?”

Steph laughed, “I did? I’m sorry. Do you want me to bring it back down?

“No no. That’s okay. I’ll keep it for now,” Andrew joked. “You know, listening to you, I’m really horny again. You think you could…”

“Again? I suppose I could whip up something… You feel…”

Status Update: Return

I have returned. Hope all was well while I was away. I'm starting the week off with a trip to the Dollhouse, one of my new favorite shows on FOX. Hope you enjoy it. And maybe it will inspire you to go watch it and boost its ratings so it can come back for a second season.

In other news, I'm also posting a new chapter to Body and Soulmates. No TG yet, but don't worry, it's definitely coming.

Dylan

-Whatever turns you on.

Things they do look awful cold.
I hope I die before I get old.
My Generation - The Who

Dollhouse: Replacement

Juan Diego, FBI had been investigating the Dollhouse for over a year now. It all started when he started looking into the missing persons report for one Elizabeth Allen. She had gone missing three years ago, and his only clue to go on was the word "Dollhouse."

Through extensive investigation, Juan was not able to find much. But he did find out that the Dollhouse was a super secret, super advanced brainwashing organization. They wiped people's memories so they could imprint new ones on them and send them out to fulfill the buyer's perverted fantasies.

Juan had tried time and time again to discover the location of the Dollhouse, and to find Elizabeth, but they were always three steps ahead of him. His search had even cost him his job.

But one day, Elizabeth came knocking at his door. And then she knocked him out.

---

Juan woke up tied to a reclined chair. A tall woman with auburn hair stood over him. A bright light was shining from somewhere, but Juan couldn't see where.

"Hello, Juan. Welcome to the Dollhouse."

Juan's eyes opened wide with shock. He had made it, but at what cost? "Where is Elizabeth Allen?"

"Do you mean Luna? Her contract expired two hours ago. Her last assignment was to bring you in," the lady smiled. She had wonderful teeth, and a heavy English accent. "She is once again a free woman, allowed to live her life as if nothing had ever happened. A substantially richer life, I might add."

"Her contract? She didn't sign up to have her memory wiped every day."

"Why of course not. We recruited her. But she did sign her life to us for the last three years."

"You brainwashed her."

"In a way, yes we did. But she helped fulfill the dreams of many many people. I dare say, she has become very popular during that time. And that, of course, brings us to why you are here."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I did not bring you here just so I could spill all my company's secrets to a sorry excuse for an FBI agent," she stopped and smiled. There was no menace there. "I mean, that you are to become Luna's replacement."

"What?"

"Well, we can't have you going back and telling all our secrets. And we certainly don't want to kill you. No, you're much more useful to us this way."

"You're going to make me a doll?"

"Not just any doll: Luna."

Juan couldn't speak. He knew their technology was advanced...but this?

"We have the technology to remove a person's memories and replace them as we see fit. It's not too much a stretch of the imagination that we have that technology as well."

"You'll never get away with this. I'll stop you!"

She laughed, "Oh my dear boy. You can't stop me, it's already happened."

"What?"

"We've injected you with the proper nanotechnology that will turn your body into an exact duplicate of Luna's," she explained. She showed him the remote in her hands. "All I have to do is press this button."

And she pressed it. Juan's body immediately exploded into many fast paced changes. He could feel each and every muscle and hair morph around him. His hair sprung out around his head, his skin complexion lightened and smoothened. The stubble on his face was gone, and so was his leg hair. His shoulders and waist pulled in, and his ass pushed out. He could feel breasts forcing themselves out of his chest and his arms lose their muscle mass.

Juan tried to yell as he writhed under the straps, but all that came out was a little squeak as his voice cracked. His dick had shrunk and pulled inside of him. He had changed into a woman. But he didn't have time to admire the changes to his body.

"I hope you enjoy your new body, Juan. But you won't for long. Now it is time to take away your memories," the strange woman walked away from him. "Goodbye."

"No!" Juan yelled out in a voice that was much too high. "You can't leave me like this!"

He saw her press another button on her remote as she walked out of the room, and darkness closed in around him.

---

"Hello, Luna."

"Did I fall asleep?" Luna's voice was innocent and beautiful, like a child's. Her mind had no memories, wiped clean except for the few bare essentials.

"For a little while."

"Shall I go now?" Soon she would be given a new set of memories to complete her first assignment.

"If you'd like."

Status Update VI

No updates for a bit, folks. My long-time long distance girlfriend is coming up for the weekend. And...seeing as how she doesn't know I have these little fantasies, I won't be able to write any new posts until after the weekend.

Until then, keep it real. I'll be enjoying some intense heterosexual non-TG-related coital. See you on the flip side.

Dylan

-Whatever turns you on.

And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!
Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads