Pre-Nut Clarity

A soft, stifled moan escaped Alex's mouth as he lay slumped in an overly large, cushioned red vinyl chair. Alex's childhood friend Colton would've laughed at the strange and embarrassing moment if he, too, wasn't knocked out in a seat beside him. A growing wet spot on Colton's crotch, emphasized by his conspicuous erection, confirmed that he was experiencing the same sexual pleasure as Alex. But what could be causing these two boys to squirm in their seats as they slept? A difficult question indeed for any onlooker if it weren't for the two snake-like tubes connected to metal caps clasped onto both of their heads. 

The Memory Lounge! A state-of-the-art facility owned by the largest virtual reality entertainment company. Great strides in neuroscience and biology gave birth to innovative devices allowing the user to relive their oldest memories. People from all over the country flocked to the Memory Lounge to relive their good times. A trip down memory lane isn't cheap, though. Only the richest of society, like celebrities, politicians, and CEOs, could enjoy this leisurely luxury. Alex, the son of a multimillionaire businessman at the head of a successful tech company and an exceptional athletic star at Cornell, was more than eager to relive his simpler high school days. Unbeknownst to him and his best friend Colton, the man operating the machine had different plans for these privileged boys.

"1970s on a secluded retreat to the British Virgin Islands, taken by that slut of a wife he has! She was sucking snobby frat; boy dicks left and right before she settled with that prick! I'll never forgive what he did to our family business, playing us like fools! Well, I'm going to give him an exclusive opportunity to try out my father's latest invention. If his son's mind is intact, he can tell him all about it."

Norman's dad's update to the memory lounge allowed the user to relive the memory of closely related family members. Before trapping the mind of Alex's dad in an endless loop of memories, Norman had to make sure the device actually worked. Much to his relief, he was now seeing the muscular and killer body of Alex reduced to the slim and petite body of his blonde bombshell mom 30 years ago. Joining in on her sexy pool party adventure was Colton grabbing a handful of cock and smiling in the body of his mom and lifelong friend to Alex's mom.

Alex expected to be holding the hand of his high school sweetheart in a luxurious ballroom where his senior prom was but was instead breathing in the salty ocean air and riding the dick of a man he had never seen before! Wait, riding a dick? Omg!! I'm a girl...named Melany...and..fuck~ his dick feels SO FUCKEN GOOD!!! YES FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT!!!! DON'T STOP PRETTY BOY!!! POUND MY VIRGIN PUSSY!!! OH FUCK!!!!

Much to Alex's horror, he couldn't stop screaming out in pleasure despite all his mental power to resist. His body was on autopilot, and there was nothing he, nor Colton, could do. Suddenly his mind went completely blank, and when he regained consciousness, the scene changed. Staring straight into his eyes was his dad!? Albeit, a much younger version of his dad. Scooping Alex off his feet, he now noticed Colton was gone and that he was wearing a white dress.

The 1980s, the wedding!

He should be disgusted, but being so vulnerable and having his wedding gown stripped off one by one made his racing heart flutter with anticipation. He loved this man. Sure, it was his dad from the past, but he truly felt a deep passion for him. He was perfect and everything he ever dreamed of in a man. Where was this hunk when she was getting pounded during her college years?

It didn't matter now. She was now married to the love of her life and was ready to have his seed shot deep inside her. The sex was amazing and 100% the best cock she has ever tasted inside of her.

YES, JUST LIKE THAT!!! LET ME HAVE YOUR BABIES!!! GIVE ME YOUR HOT STEAMY CUM!! OHHHHH FUUUUUCKKKK!!!!!

And just like that, I experienced the most mind-numbing orgasm in my life.  I looked longingly into the eyes of my newlywed husband and whispered I love you. Hearing, I love you too Melany, brought me so much joy and happiness. I'll be the best mother for our baby!

Maybe not as romantic as Alex, but Colton was definitely having his own happy ending in the body of his step-sister. Maybe filming pornos and staying a slut a while longer in life won't be so bad!

The Completionist and the Wizard

 

As a completionist, I pride myself on earning all achievements possible when playing video games. I don't care how many hours it takes or the difficulty of the game; that feeling of gleeful satisfaction as I look upon 100% on my computer screen, in the end, makes it all worth it. My friends don't share the same passion I have for earning digital trophies and often complain that I don't have time to play some of their favorite online games, mainly first-person shooter games, with them. My desire for more games to complete has even driven me to search for numerous indie and low-key titles that no one has ever heard of. With so many games in my mental catalog of "I'll play that one soon," I have lost track of their names.

One such indie game stuck out like a sore thumb in my mind, though. The name had something to do with TG or something, but that wasn't the important thing. I particularly remember one of the achievement descriptions saying, "earn this within the month of purchase, or all other achievements will be locked." 

My eyes drift to the corner of my screen, and my heart sinks as I see December 31 displayed as plain as day. Having purchased this game on the 1st, I quickly boot up the game in a panic. In utter dismay, I see that the achievement is a multiplayer achievement that requires hours of grinding. With only 5 minutes until midnight, I invite the only player online to a boosting session. 

Wizard_Tg_Warlock: "Hey bud, I'm the creator of this game, next time, don't try to cheat the system. Have fun trying to complete this new and exclusive achievement by the end of January! All instructions should come naturally to your pretty little head. Good luck slut ;)."

11:55

A warm tingly sensation begins to grow within my sock-covered toes. Eventually, the fuzzy feeling starts to crawl slowly under my pants and up my legs. I look down at my feet with confused eyes but see nothing out of the ordinary. Suddenly, the sensation pauses for a moment at my thighs before violently shooting up the rest of my body like a knife cutting through butter. I let out a loud gasp before my body freezes up completely.

11:56

Still staring at my feet, I see my socks and pants dissolve into thin air. The hairs on my legs and feet start to fall off, leaving them smooth and dainty as my limbs shrink and become more slender. Months of leg workouts disappear before my eyes and are replaced by killer, sexy legs.  

11:57

Next up, my gray boxers twist and reconfigure into pink girly panties, stretched by the bulge of my dick. The uncomfortable squeeze lasts only a second before I orgasm and drench my panties in my hot sticky cum. The panties offered some coverage of my genital transformation, but in the end, I vividly sensed the wetness of my seed running down my legs and dripping onto the floor, along with the emptiness between my legs.

11:58

The smoothing of my stomach and fat accumulation in my ass, however, take my mind off my pussy just long enough for me to see tits sprout from my nipples and hips widen. The few inches of cushioning lifting me in my seat from my ass cancel out the inches I lost in height. I think my arms experienced a similar change as my legs, but I couldn't be sure from my silky blonde hair in the way of my eyes.

11:59

My numbing face verifies that my metamorphosis is almost at an end. I can't see these few changes, but I acutely feel my cheeks, lips, nose, chin, forehead, and ears morph into a cute face to match my new sex. Finally, some colorful leggings and a pink top matching my panties cover my body and signify the end of my physical transformation.

12:00

Notice I said physical. A tingle overtakes my mind like hundreds of pens and needles massaging my brain. At the same time, my loins begin to burn with desire, and my heart races as butterflies flutter within me.

I turn on my mic to curse the guy who did this to me, but instead, I let out a barrage of lustful moans and screams as my hand instinctively fingers my moist cunt.

I stripped as quickly as possible as a burning and passionate desire to climax made me forget about everything else. I had to...I needed to cum!! It's my first milestone in achieving my ultimate goal! With one final stroke of a finger, I finally burst as high levels of oxytocin flood every nerve and muscle in my body. I gasp, moan, shake, and squirm in pleasure as a feeling of satisfaction warms my heart and forces me to smile. No ordinary game achievement can ever match this feeling!

Upon finishing my steamy masturbation session, I still felt horny and ditzy. The subtle subliminal message in my mind still urged me to complete my ultimate goal. Only then will I be able to return to normal levels of intelligence and libido. However, I will still be forced to live out the rest of my days as a hot blonde. With only 31 days left, I knew I needed a big black cock to fuck me silly next. Good thing my neighbor is down for some tight white bitch pussy.

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Getting fucked in at least 100 different ways was not an easy task.

I never did turn back to my old body. If I'm being completely honest, I don't really mind. Those 31 days of unending sex taught me that life as a sexy and slutty woman is just so much better than the life of a gamer perfectionist. With my intelligence back and somewhat tamed horniness, I learned that my friends hired this wizard to prank me and ease me into my new life. I say he did a pretty good job. I even asked the wizard myself to grant me one wish as well. I turned all of my friends into guys with huge black cocks and ensured that they were always lusting over me.

Let's see how many ways these guys can dominate me in bed!

Private Tennis Lessons

My friend Dylan has always been a huge tennis fan. I can't really say the same for myself. My knowledge of tennis only goes as far as watching a few games of Serena Williams on tv. But that's not to say I'm clueless about the game, either. I get the general gist of it. You know, smack a small yellow ball over a net better than your opponent. Or is it a green ball? Whatever! I'm not going to have that stupid argument with Dylan again! 

Needless to say, I'm not very good at smacking a yellowish-green ball over a net. At least not better than Dylan. He's been clapping me every time we stepped on the court. But Dylan doesn't rub it all in my face. He's actually very supportive of me improving my game. Probably to make things fairer and to have someone else to practice with before his tournament games.

"Hey man, your groundstroke wasn't so bad that time. You're really improving. I would help train you, but I can only afford time for some quick matches before I have to meet up with my coach. But there's this personal trainer I've read about online who's apparently one of the best. He's got 5-star reviews across the board! I really think you should check him out!"

Personally speaking, I'm not the type of person to hire personal trainers for other sports I play, like soccer or golf. But hearing all these great things about this guy, in particular, from Dylan convinced me to give it a shot. And I don't regret that decision one bit. Sure his teaching methods are a bit odd and downright strange at times, but I've been seeing results since I started his program last week. Therefore I don't question it.

Today he said we were going to practice my stroke. So I packed my skimpy tennis bra, white boy shorts, and a girly tennis skirt. Strange, I know. Just don't tell Dylan about that part. Upon arriving at his private tennis court, I was met with the same odd question he asked at the beginning of every other practice session.

"So what will it be today, girly? Amelia, Madison, or Reilly?"

"Umm, how about Amelia today." I always felt extremely good after a good training session with the Amelia technique.

"Excellent choice, dear," my trainer smiled and winked as he handed me my tennis racket and ball. I couldn't help but bite my lips. He was so dreamy, and I loved how flirty he got during my practice. For the whole hour, I couldn't get my eyes off his crotch. He even caught me staring at his dick once. I tried to play it off by brushing my long blonde hair to the side as I quickly glanced away, but my flushed face wasn't doing me any favors.

*Jeez, girl, you're such a slut! Pull yourself together. Just cuz you're horny doesn't mean you should be thirsty over this hunk of a man!*

I was able to maintain my composure for the most part. Well, that was until we started working on my stance. Having my trainer's body all up against mine was driving me mad. His muscles massaged and rubbed against my soft sensitive skin. I felt a shiver move all across my body, but I was able to stop myself from uncontrollably squirming. But the moment his face was next to mine, his manly scent rose up my nose and into my head. I instinctively let out a soft feminine moan that, no matter what, would have eventually escaped my lips.

"It seems, cutie, that you're ready for the last part of your training today. Hurry up and pick up any loose balls lying around and meet me, you know where," my trainer whispered into my ear as he kissed my cheek lightly.

Giggling, I skipped around the court, picking up all the tennis balls as quickly as possible. As I bent over for my first ball, I felt a quick hand smack my firm ass. Letting out a cute yelp, I realized my pussy was getting so wet now I could hardly think straight.

When I finally finished, I found the sexy man in the bathroom of his luxurious mansion. I was practically drooling at this point. I only had one thing on my ditzy mind right now, to taste all of this man's delicious cum. Getting to work, I wrapped my plump lips around the tip and shaft of his throbbing cock. With a final grunt, the man shot his warm semen down the back of my throat, which I gladly swallowed in pleasure.

"You did great today, Amelia! I want you to; take a shower and, afterward, leave a five-star review on my website about how great your experience was today. Oh, and don't forget to schedule our next appointment. I'm sure your mind has slowly regained enough intelligence to complete these tasks. If you do good, I might even let you work on more than just your stroke next time!"

My mind was still a bit giddy, but I managed to conjure up the question. Maybe I should bring Dylan along for our next appointment.

Election Year Plot Request by MissMisunderstood22

My entire spine and lower body subconsciously jumped forward as a shivering sensation pierced my naked skin. An unseen force hindered the movement of my hands and feet as I sat shivering in absolute darkness.

“HEY!!!! CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME!!! HELLO??!!!”

Flailing my arms and legs around was no use. My tired breathing was all that filled the empty void around me. I last remembered being in a roaring crowd at one of the president’s campaign rallies. The thunderous cheers and blaring lights dulled my senses to the point of losing consciousness.

A despairing sigh escaped my lips as I tried crying for help one more time. 

“HEY!!!! IS ANYBODY OUT TH-!!!”

A mechanical whirring sound interrupted my yelling. The roller shades across from me began to slowly but surely unveil a luxurious backyard but most importantly allowed for the first beams of light to illuminate the room I found myself in. What caught my eyes at that moment wasn’t the elegant five star pool or the lush garden outside the room. But rather the two brunettes inside the room holding hands and staring back at me with empty eyes.

No one moved. No one spoke or made a sound. Until an ominous beep broke the still cold air followed by the unmistakable voice of the president. 

“Micheal, you’re finally awake! Now I know you must have a lot of questions but please keep quiet until I finish explaining why you are here. A few hours ago you attended one of my campaign rallies. At that rally one of my undercover secret service agents was standing right next to you when they overheard your obscene and arrogant remarks pertaining my political rival Brittney Cortez. Although she is my rival, I can’t just stand there and do nothing as you belittle her. Therefore, I decided to teach you a lesson about respecting women, especially those who are as upstanding and ambitious as Cortez. Standing before you now are two women dressed in colored leggings. Each color symbolizes their party affiliation and the memories you will temporarily inherit when you posses one of their bodies. With your new identity I challenge you to run against me. If you win, and only if you win, you will get your male body back. So without further ado make your choice!”

“WHAT!! NO!! THIS IS INSANE!! YOU CAN’T JUST DO THIS TO ME!!”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have said those crude jokes. Now hurry up and choose! Im a busy man you know!!”

To my surprise I was no longer chained to the metal chair I was sitting in. A drop of sweat glided down my face as I put a nervous foot forward towards the two women. Arms shaking and palms sweating I reached towards them still undecided on who I was going to control. The tips of my fingers touched the soft shoulder of the blue legging girl first. A calmness washed over me as my perspective changed. I did a complete 180 in the blink of an eye as I found myself staring at the metal chair I was just sitting in. 

“Linda Smith! Not a bad choice! Well, I got to get going. You have a meeting with a potential donor for your political campaign in an hour. I suggest you meet your advisors. They’re outside by the pool. Good luck! And may the best candidate win!!” 

Stepping outside I spotted three scantily dressed girls standing by the pool he mentioned.

“You must be my advisors! Nice to meet you I’m Michael.”

“You mean Linda,” the middle blonde corrected.

“Don’t worry. It was hard for us to get used to our new names too,” the brown haired girl on the right explained. 

“The memories of my body are telling me that your meeting attire is located in the living room on the couch next to the tv,” the blonde on the left informed me.”

“Wow the president wasn’t lying! It’s like I lived two lives!” 

Memories of high school and partying all night during my college years as Linda littered my mind. 

“Yeah it’s pretty trippy sometimes. Just know that these memories come and go, so be sure you get to that meeting on time so that you’re fully prepared,” the middle blonde warned as she entered the pool for a swim.

After getting dressed I made my way upstairs to my office without anyone telling me where it was. My mind just knew how to get there. As if I walked up and down these wooden stairs a million times. 

“Finally some alone time!” 

Plopping down on the cushioned seat of my office chair was a welcoming change from the hard metal chair I found myself in not too long ago. Suddenly a few loose papers fluttered off my desk as a strong gust of wind blew through the office. A breeze invaded the small opening under my pencil skirt and fiddled with my fresh womanhood. A soft feminine gasp escaped my lips as I realized how sensitive this body was.

“I still have 30 minutes…and this body is practically begging for release…a few quickies wouldn’t hurt…”

One orgasm became 2…then 3. Articles of clothing flew off and sooner or later I completely lost track of everything going around me. And I didn’t limit myself to my comfy office chair. I eagerly went all out and fingered myself on top of the desk, squirting all over the glass covering.

A dull thud outside my office door snapped myself back to reality. My heart skipped a beat as I remembered the meeting I had scheduled.

“Shit….Um….I mean…. C-can… can I co-…come in….” a deep male voice nervously asked behind the door. 

“Um….give me a minute I’ll be right there with you,” I replied as I hurriedly dressed myself. 

As I dressed I couldn’t help but wonder, was this guy just standing there listening to me masturbate? What a wierdo. No matter, let’s get this show on the road. Turning the door knob and opening the door I was quite surprised to be met by such a good looking man. However, his unconfident personality did not match his dashing looks. 

“H-hhi….I’m Scott….I’m here to discuss…um… uhh….”

Scott’s trembling hands caused him to lose grip of his clipboard as he clumsily dropped it for the second time. 

I suppressed a laugh as I watched him pathetically pick his clipboard back up. 

“Hi, the names Linda, it’s a pleasure meeting you! Why don’t you take a seat while I get you a drink.”

Turning around my eyes widened as I dreadfully noticed that my vagina fluids were still all over the desk.

***FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! THE TISSUES!!! WHERE ARE THEY???!!! WAIT!!!……WHY CAN’T I REMEMBER WHERE THEY ARE!!!! I THOUGHT I HAD ALL OF LINDA’S MEMORIES!!! OR IS THIS WHAT THEY MEANT WHEN THEY SAID THESE MEMORIES WERE TEMPORARY!! SHIT!!***

“I’m sorry sir! I’ll get you that drink right away!” I apologetically said as I turned to look at Scott.

Scott’s eyes darted quickly away as his face flushed a bright red. Did I just catch him staring at my ass?? This dude really is flustered over my sexy curvy body. At that moment the idea hit me. I might still be able to secure this money for my campaign. 

“Like what you see…” I sexily cooed as I hit my most seductive pose and facial expression. To my male persona this was completely awkward but Linda was a natural at temptation and attraction. 

“Huh…W-what do you mean??!!” Scott anxiously answered. 

“Oh stop playing dumb….” although it was kinda cute “….I saw you drooling over this hot piece of ass. You know….you can get a piece of it… for a price….”

“N-no I could never…”

“Oh come on….I know you want it… here let me give you a quick preview.” 

Dropping to my knees I unbuckled his belt and freed his boner from his pants. Holy shit!! Who knew such an awkward hunk was packing such a huge cock!!! Without hesitation I started sucking, overtaken by my extreme horniness from laying eyes on such a delicious cock. Before long Scott blew his load all over my mouth and tits. 

“Now what do you say?? Want the whole package??”

“Fuck that felt so good!!!”

“Hurry up and decide!!! Im a busy woman you know!!!”

With newfound confidence, Scott pinned me against the wooden table, gripped my waist, and plunged balls deep into my quivering cunt. Absolute euphoria rocked my busty body as Scott pounded my pussy. The rhythm of my tits swinging and the clapping of my dump truck behind brought me to a mind shattering orgasm. 

**“OOOOHHH GOOODDDD…..MMMMMPPPHPH….. YYYYYEEESSS….”**

Holy shit that was amazing. I was seeing stars and my body was still shaking from that incredible sex. Good thing I have a whole calendar filled with meeting like this. I wasn’t lying when I told him I’m a busy woman.

Plot Request by: MissMisunderstood22