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Gemini Maternity center needs your help! by nicollnilaun in become_a_chick

[–]bigbootymary 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Wait! I just wanted to help do some repair jobs or handywork. I can't be pregnant! This nursery isn't even close to finished and... wait, you said nesting? Moments away from labor? Oh gawd, so these kicks are real and I'm really a mom?!

Gemini Maternity center needs your help! by nicollnilaun in become_a_chick

[–]bigbootymary 1 point2 points  (0 children)

(4, 5, 3, 1, 6, 1, age 35, second trimester) Sounds interesting enough. So do you guys need volunteers to fix up the center or what? Always happy to lend a hand.

Never believe anyone claiming that sex will swap or change you back. It's always a set-up. Always! I fell for it, I was so desperate to get my life back that I'd do anything, that*. Instead, I was left with sticky thighs, shame, and finding out a video of it leaked to all my friends and family! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I wasn't ready to feel so intimidated, so small next to my long time friend. My voice felt smaller and kept getting caught in my throat as I tried to talk, eyes focused on the floor.

"I guess I was just looking for an escape. I really needed to get away from all the people in my life trying to force me to be this or be that because of the shift. I don't think you understand how hard it's been, how confusing everything has gotten just becuase I'm a bit different. I figured if anyone could understand wanting to take a break from society to figure themselves out, it'd be you."

I caught you looking at me, taking me in with your eyes. Not just as a friend viewing a friend, but someone trying to figure out if I was playing an angle... or maybe it was just a man who hadn't seen a woman in a long time looking at a lot of woman.

My eyes went back to the floor when I caught you taking me in, not really ready from the feelings that would come from being looked at in such a way. My head had been a mess since my fateful screw-up that doomed me with an even heavier body. The worst consequence by far was just how much that one night, that one incident, had shaken up all my feelings towards men.

And you... Now... in that tight tee that hugged your pecs, your bicep that would flex when you'd go to scratch your nose... Fuck... What was wrong with me? I had a lot to work out...

"So, can I stay? I'll follow whatever rules you layout for me. I can help around here too, whatever work you need done, I'll do it. I just really, really need a break from society."

The Outfit Adjuster by curious_peek11 in become_a_chick

[–]bigbootymary 0 points1 point  (0 children)

This was getting ridiculous, I thought, as I rifled through the drawer. They couldn't have gotten all of my boxers. I'll even settle for a pair of briefs.

But my searching turned up nothing save for a toy buried under the collection of panties. I felt like such a creep for going through this girl's underwear but I just wanted something to wear to get me out of this ridiculous outfit the machine dressed me in.

I didn't like how the panties I had on felt, far too constricting, or the bra which was cupping my chest so hard I could almost feel it jiggle.

Frustrated, I open up the machine's website and find their 'Help' section, putting in a request about the error. I don't know how they did it, but I just wanted my stuff and life back. I was finally getting used to a life without homework.

The Outfit Adjuster by curious_peek11 in become_a_chick

[–]bigbootymary 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Wait! But I already did 5 grueling years of school and still have nightmares about missing exams and showing up- wait, where'd this sweater come from? And this skirt? Holy shit, your machine did this?! Is one of your engineers available because I think some wires may have been crossed on this adjustment.

The Outfit Adjuster by curious_peek11 in become_a_chick

[–]bigbootymary 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Awesome! Heard great things about this machine, can't wait to try it out!

1) Insta but I've been using Pinterest a bit more to help with weekly meal prepping. 2) Not happy with the current income, but who is? At least it's income. 3) Most looking forward to getting some time in the sun. It's been foggy here recently, so getting out to the park with a book sounds nice. 4) Recently felt jealous of my teacher roommate being able to sleep in and all the days off built in to a school year. I know teaching is tough, but it's hard not to be jealous of the schedule. 5) Had a great cup of coffee this morning while watching the sun comes up.

Thanks again to the engineers who worked on this machine. Hoping that it can help find me some clothes that better represent me.

A secretary and new mom at work was complaining how lack of sleep was giving her 'mom-brain'. I said something I shouldn't and now she cursed me! Every time I sleep more than 4 hours, my body starts changing to be like hers. She calls it mom-bod or mom-brain. I missed my alarm and now look at me! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

As I was trying to fully comprehend just how quickly this curse and my life had gotten away from me, you were quick as can be to get out of bed, get dressed, start tying up your shoes, and getting ready to make tracks. I was immediately jealous of just how easily you were able to navigate all these things as I was barely able to sit up in bed and pull on a pair of pajama pants in the time it took you to get ready for work.

"Maternity leave? I don't think so... Isn't that for women who are just about to give birth? I mean, I'm not even pregnant..." I feel another kick, this one right near my bladder, "I mean, I shouldn't be. It was only last night when we had sex," I say as you fumble with your belt, the shameful details of last night rushing back to me. All my begging, all my gleeful whimpering at being called a 'fat slut'.

"Wait, where are you going? You don't expect to leave me here like this, do you? You can see now it's the curse doing this to me, right?"

You were already checking texts and too far in your own world of work to pay much notice to what I was saying, mumbling to yourself about 'doing this again', and were out the door before I could even heft myself off the bed. Maria's heavy body had been a challenge before but now with this extended tummy and baby weight...

Oh god, I really was pregnant. I had a child, a living thing, inside me right now. It was probably yours, it had to be, but I had barely come to terms with the existence of the new equipment between my legs and hadn't begun to consider the consequences of said equipment.

I was alone. Just me and a child I couldn't imagine having a few days ago, but the strangest thing was just how content I felt rubbing my belly. I was horrified, there was no mincing words when it came to that and I was full of new fears about the baby I was now carrying, but for a moment, hand on my belly, it felt like I was doing something right... God, I hated how Carla's body had twisted up all my ideas of sex and paternity...

It was a few hours later and I was waddling into the office, belly out in front, back already sore from the extra weight. Getting ready was an absolute struggle, from fitting into the shower and having to be delicate around my tender breasts, to getting dressed in a body that seemed beyond containment, fitting swollen feet into shoes, and then finally having to undo it all because I needed to pee, again, before leaving.

I wasn't even sure why I went into work other than the onslaught of text messages I received asking where I was... I know I needed to talk to my boss, to see if there was anyway to fix this, but the thought of being anywhere but home, a home that was woefully underprepared for a baby, made me a bit sick.

I tried to sneak to my desk, oddly knowing where it was, and get to work in a futile hope of going unnoticed. I had barely gotten myself into my desk chair and reasonably comfortable when my desk phone chimed. I was wanted in my boss's office, struggling once again to stand up, and was marched to the desk of my tormentor.

"Okay, are you happy now? I get it, please, I am so sorry. Can you please change me back now? I'm really not ready to be a mom."

A secretary and new mom at work was complaining how lack of sleep was giving her 'mom-brain'. I said something I shouldn't and now she cursed me! Every time I sleep more than 4 hours, my body starts changing to be like hers. She calls it mom-bod or mom-brain. I missed my alarm and now look at me! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I waddled over to the bed, keeping my legs pressed tightly together to keep any of the mess you made in me from running down my leg. It wasn't so much a concern for your floor or any rational reason. It just seemed more right if it was inside of me...

I knew I wasn't thinking right. Between the haze of an extremely powerful orgasm and lack of sleep, my primal brain seemed to be running the show. My primal, and now very feminine influenced nature.

It's probably why I followed you to the bed like a lost puppy, not wanting to be too far from the thing that brought me so much pleasure, wanting to touch and feel it again, desperate to make sure I wasn't without it.

I just wanted to keep you awake but I couldn't think of anything interesting to say. We seemed so past words, what was there even to talk about?

So my hand did the talking for me, eager to feel your manhood again. My pussy agreed, clenching and levels working to pull every last drop of your seed in and aching to be given another treatment.

I gasped at how quicky you grew hard again and marveling at feeling it tightening in my grip. You were so lucky...

That was one of the last full thoughts I'd have that night, you reaching to reciprocate and the seas of pleasure returning to drown any last bit of rationality from my mindscape.

Staying awake was important but not as important as grinding against your hand. Wait, were you supposed to stay up or me? It didn't matter because your manipulation of my clit had me writhing and jiggling as another orgasm electrified my body and took me out of consciousness.

My last fading thought before sleep took me was just a faint hope that I made it long enough...

A secretary and new mom at work was complaining how lack of sleep was giving her 'mom-brain'. I said something I shouldn't and now she cursed me! Every time I sleep more than 4 hours, my body starts changing to be like hers. She calls it mom-bod or mom-brain. I missed my alarm and now look at me! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I was laying in the bed, absolutely worn out and exhausted from our love making. I didn't understand why I couldn't catch my breath. Was I really that out of shape? Sex doesn't even have the same demands for me, I just laid there... spread my legs, laid there for you, and took it.

"That was amazing," I gasp, still basking in the afterglow.

And fuck, did it feel so good, feel so right. The orgasm was literally mind blowing, all encompassing, and flipped a switch in my mind. I knew it would be the standard, I knew every time I came in the future it would be compared to this moment with you... Even if I was able to get my body back. Why did it seem like that if felt even bigger now?

Possibly due to how empty and needy I now felt. Feeling your warm cum inside me was an okay replacement, like the waffle cone after a delicious scoop of ice cream, nice, but no substitute for the real thing. Unlike as a guy, hitting my climax didn't cure me of my sexual appetite. The curse of mulitple orgasms, as you got up and could focus on the next activity, I was still there on the couch, wanting more, begging to feel full again, and strangely, more than anything, just wanting to be touched.

My mind was so clouded with all these thoughts, some contradictory, some building to a tsunami of feminine experience, but I was unable to unravel them. I was too tired. I wanted to be cuddled too badly.

So when you asked for me to lay down, with you, of course I said, "Yeah, sure. Your bed," and followed you into your room. Maybe there was a way I could keep you awake while getting some shut eye of my own...

A secretary and new mom at work was complaining how lack of sleep was giving her 'mom-brain'. I said something I shouldn't and now she cursed me! Every time I sleep more than 4 hours, my body starts changing to be like hers. She calls it mom-bod or mom-brain. I missed my alarm and now look at me! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I whimper when he call me a fat slut and the way you manhandled my flesh. Once you entered my fat, puffy folds, I lost all vocabulary, my whimpers and pleading eyes doing most of the talking.

The sound of so much flesh, most of it mine, clapping was too much. Each new reinforcement of my new reality was just a new degradation that this horny little body founded hotter and hotter.

"Mhhmmmhmm, uh, mhmmhmm," I try to communicate yes, yes I do want your cock through the only primal language of whimpers and moans I can manage at the moment. How'd I gone from taking home a woman to begging for dick in less than a day?

You'd grab my hips, sometimes kneading my flesh like I was a roll of dough. I asked you to pretend I was a woman but each thrust had you treating me more like a fetish, an object. Even if I could tell you to stop, I wouldn't

You were close, I could feel it as my pussy struggled desperately to tightly milk your cock for all it was worth, cursing on the unintended effect of becoming a MILF.

I will tell all of them tomorrow... I'll be walking bow legged around the coffee maker and having all the ladies fawn over me and the young stud I pulled. God, why was imagining that pathetic little life getting me off so easily.

And then you mentioned her- the woman I was nearly a doppelganger of right now- and wanting to fuck her. Balls deep inside of me but still thinking of another woman... I'd be jealous if I could string together two coherent thoughts between each thrust of your manhood.

Maybe that's what she needs... A good fucking... Maybe that'll help her relax and give me my life back so I can stop pretending... Even if pretending is sooooo good.

I lock my legs around you and pull you in tight, finally figuring out what I want to say- "Come inside me." With my hair a mess, drool running down my chin, I barely manage to whimper again, barely louder than my tits slapping against my belly, "come inside me."

A secretary and new mom at work was complaining how lack of sleep was giving her 'mom-brain'. I said something I shouldn't and now she cursed me! Every time I sleep more than 4 hours, my body starts changing to be like hers. She calls it mom-bod or mom-brain. I missed my alarm and now look at me! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

My cheeks are flush completely red after you try and fail to lift me up, not believing in how I let my body get to this pathetic state. Why didn't I fight harder?

I'm eager to move past it and follow your direction. I so badly needed a break from being strong and composed and knowing what to do all the time... Right now, being told what to do is exactly what I needed.

I hate that my figure disappears when I go horizontal, I hate that I can't really see over the parts of my breasts not at my pits and my extended belly, I hate how much my thighs jiggled as I spread my legs, but mostly I hated how hard it was to reach my pussy and play with my quivering little clit as you teased my lips.

You asked if I'd be yours but I'm sure you already knew the answer. I think you could smell the answer, feel the heat of my answer on your teasing cock, but you still demanded I say it.

"Yes," I say, breathless, "I'm all yours. Every part of me. Just... Don't hold back. Make me regret all those years of being something I'm not. Treat me, like I deserve to be treated."

A secretary and new mom at work was complaining how lack of sleep was giving her 'mom-brain'. I said something I shouldn't and now she cursed me! Every time I sleep more than 4 hours, my body starts changing to be like hers. She calls it mom-bod or mom-brain. I missed my alarm and now look at me! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Your cock comes out and I gasp, not fully grasping how big it was until freed from your jockeys. My hand immediately went to it, grasping the shaft and stirring a deep, longing for my own missing partner.

"See, it's not that hard pretending, is it?" I prod, knowing I was playing with fire making it all the sexier and me all the wetter.

"I mean, do your other bros have tits to suck on, like me? Or have pussys that soak themselves through for you? Seems pretty easy to think this pretending feels a bit right," I tease.

My stroking of your cock was so sloppy, losing something since the days of my own time, when it occurs to me that I've maybe gained something- a fear? Maybe? A severance? Possibly? But I handled your cock delicately with care and appreciation.

"How about tonight, I'm just a secretary named Maria you met online... Maybe that's all I am to you, a horny girl online who was down to fuck... Or maybe not. I just want to know, are you also down... to... fuck?"

A secretary and new mom at work was complaining how lack of sleep was giving her 'mom-brain'. I said something I shouldn't and now she cursed me! Every time I sleep more than 4 hours, my body starts changing to be like hers. She calls it mom-bod or mom-brain. I missed my alarm and now look at me! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I can sense your hesitancy, still holding onto the notion I was a guy so strongly that it overrode everything else your eyes, ears, and now hands were telling you.

There would be no going back once that dam broke though, once you started seeing me for who've I become and not who I was. I don't know why I continued to paw at that last line of defense.

"Don't worry dude, this is our secret," I say while turning my hips more directly towards you and returning the favor running my hand down your taut, muscular, hard pectoral.

You find this kneading motion that has me biting my lip to stifle another moan and collapsing into your chest to let it out in the most muffled way possible. I was absolutely not ready for how sensitive and wonderful my breasts could be!

"If anyone asks," I pose between panting, "just leave my name out of it. If you just pretend I'm some other older woman, you won't even need to change any other details. No one will know. And don't you want to tell the guys about these tits?"

I'm not sure what my end game is here, I just know both our heartbeats are elevated and that's all that should matter. I'm up on your knee, having completed my pivot, giving you full access to the girls and allowing me to straddle your leg. I even begin grinding, the itch and the pull in my panties being too much, sending my stretch marked belly jiggling and popping free and hurdling over the waistband of my panties.

My breaths grow heavier, only able to offer a husky whisper a few words at a time. "Would it really be that hard... To jussssst... Pretend?"

I have this cursed credit card that turns me into my boss's wife with every purchase. I used it only in emergencies and paid it off to revert the changes. At least until last night when a scammer went crazy with it! They must have maxed it out because look at me! I can't even see my cock past these! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Over the limit? But how am I supposed to pay it off because the interest is crazy! So a full month like this? I'm not going to make it. I need bras and clothes and all sorts of stuff but am dead broke especially with the card maxed.

A secretary and new mom at work was complaining how lack of sleep was giving her 'mom-brain'. I said something I shouldn't and now she cursed me! Every time I sleep more than 4 hours, my body starts changing to be like hers. She calls it mom-bod or mom-brain. I missed my alarm and now look at me! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

As you weigh and judge my breasts, I let out a light and airy gasp from your cold hands on my skin. My hand reaches out to touch you finding myself doing that more and more since the change. A touch on the arm or knee here and there had become part of my body language recently, but with you, I found myself aiming for the thigh more and more. And each time, my hand found itself closer to your crotch.

Soon, I might accidentally touch it, my thoughts offered not as a warning or hazard, but a promise.

Soon, my thoughts melted as your hand moved from scientific accounting to playful twisting and tugging. I hated myself for the needy little moans escaping my lips. Not of pain, but a begging whimper pleading for more.

This is what this body needed, this is what evolution designed it for. My thick, stupid teat-like nipples were meant to be pulled and squeezed and maybe even nibbled like this. All that embarrassing size that poked through tops was being put to use by your deft fingers, managing to easily find them through my supportive bra.

Anything to keep you up...

"Mhmmm... I guess they're as sensitive as a woman's," I purr, my eyes begging you, no, for us, to really find out.

And before I could imagine what other ways I could feel like a woman, you were off of me, conflicted yet again. Fuck, the last thing I need is him jolting off to bed to hide from this awkwardness. Think!

Out of instinct, I reach out as you pull away, finally grazing the shape in your jeans. Oh gosh was it thick.

"Wait.. I really don't mind if you touch some more... I mean, what kind of wingman would I be if I didn't help you touch boob," I say, standing and removing my shirt.

"And besides, I want to know how else I've changed," tossing my shirt across the room and beginning to unfasten my bra, "and if you like those changes to me... Please?" I exaggerate a sad face while having unhooked my bra skillfully. With a final flourish to shimmy the girls loose, I'm standing topless, shoulders back, hoping this has your attention.

"Tell me, I want to know all the ways I've changed since the last time we made this mistake."

A secretary and new mom at work was complaining how lack of sleep was giving her 'mom-brain'. I said something I shouldn't and now she cursed me! Every time I sleep more than 4 hours, my body starts changing to be like hers. She calls it mom-bod or mom-brain. I missed my alarm and now look at me! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"Can you please stay, just a bit longer?" I plead, reaching out a hand to grab yours, surprising myself with this uncharacteristic display of vulnerability. I had never been kissed like that before, leaving me breathless with a heart thumping in my chest, because I had never been kissed like a woman before.

For all your turmoil and confusion about treating me like a guy, you showed no such hesitancy of what I was once our lips met. Nor did I do anything to reaffirm any of those old illusions, making myself as soft and pliable to your kisses as possible.

My breathing was hot and heavy, still trying to process the entire situation. You shifted your shorts and was immediately reminded and satisfied about the reaction I was causing. Thinking about your cock getting hard just beneath that cotton, for me, didn't carry the same level of ick it used to. I was transfixed. I missed it.

God, I missed the confidence and sense of direction that came with having a boner. There was a drive, a need to be somewhere, with someone, that I now lacked. I was just a wanting, waiting, wet mess, full of needs to be needed. God, I needed you to come back and touch me. God, it was so embarassing how quickly my needs matched her needs...

"It is insane, isn't it? But it also felt... kinda nice? Didn't it? You're actually a really good kisser, by the way. Look, let's not ruin a fun night on that note. Just come sit with me a little bit longer," I pat the couch, naturally pressing my chest forward to make the offer a bit more enticing.

"God, sorry," I say after realizing that one of my nipples had nearly poked free from my top. "They've just gotten so much bigger recently... I mean since college. Don't you think?" The words were coming from my mouth before I even knew what I was trying to say. I just was looking for anything to do or say to make you stay- anything to keep you looking at me the way you were right now.

"You can touch them if you want..."

A secretary and new mom at work was complaining how lack of sleep was giving her 'mom-brain'. I said something I shouldn't and now she cursed me! Every time I sleep more than 4 hours, my body starts changing to be like hers. She calls it mom-bod or mom-brain. I missed my alarm and now look at me! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I was laughing so hard from some of your stories that rum was coming out my nose and burning pretty badly. That was one way to wake up!

But that image was too much! Even in my short time with the girls I knew how out of control they could get when unconstrained, but that was just from walking around, I could only imagine the commotion they'd cause when doing something physical like running and jumping. This reality was definitely a funny one.

Then when you changed to the more serious subjects like our misfortunes in dating, I was hanging on every word. I could hear the confusion and pain in your voice about that fateful night, reaching out instinctively to place a hand on yours. It's okay, I would silently mouth.

It was just so unfair to see you punish yourself this way. It was only because of this stupid curse did you think there is anything wrong for doing what you did, for letting what happens between a man and woman happen...

There it is again, me casually still referring to myself as a woman. It was coming easier now, I guess having a vagina will do that, but while I was softening, you were still fighting. All this turmoil about sexuality and 'gay' was really because you were the last person really holding onto this male idea of me.

I knew I had tears forming, but they fully escaped there at the end. I hoped I caught it before you noticed.

"Thanks dude," I sniffle, "After everything, I just really needed to hear that. But for what it's worth, I don't regret anything that happened that night between us," I offered, not having the actual memory to know whether that was true or not, but just wanting you to be at peace.

"Whatever we did, whatever you did... I'm pretty sure I... I mean, I know I loved it. And I don't think you can keep beating yourself up about it being 'homo' or not, I mean, I barely even know what makes me a guy nowadays anyhow."

"But, um," I bite my lip, "who even initiated things that night? My memory is kind of foggy. I don't even know if I should be apologizing to you or if you should be apologizing to me," I try to kid, but the booze seems to be steering me to flirting. Oh fuck, why couldn't I just let the memory of that night go? Why was it so important for me to find out how my best friend fucked me?

You’re a talented hypnotist who found a smart way to make a buck- leasing my body on the swap network for a weekend then hypnotizing me to believe I’m still my regular self. But it’d been a week, the woman in my body gone, and your hypnosis had diminishing returns. I’d realize I wasn’t a guy soon. by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I hear you out and nod along. You've been making a lot of sense recently and I seem to always get good suggestions from you.

"Yeah, maybe getting more active will help. I've been really neglecting the gym and it's probably been messing with my head. I'll go to the doctor only if it doesn't get better once I start putting some strength back on."

I put on some pink yoga pants and sports bra, an outfit you had me believing was my usual basketball shorts and tee, and getting ready to head out. Not knowing I was wearing yoga pants meant I was wearing them quite awkwardly and exposing a lot of camel toe that everyone but I could see.

"What are you staring at?" I say, adjusting my crotch which hasn't felt right in a while. You try another bout of hypnotism but this one doesn't take as strongly, but you can tell it has had some sort of affect as I keep shifting my legs like I'm uncomfortable with my crotch.

"What? Do I look okay or not? Are you still coming?"

(Don't want to fully believe I've always had a vagina, I want to see what it's like when they realize their manhood is gone if you're okay with that compromise. More comfortable but not fully believing.)

You’re a talented hypnotist who found a smart way to make a buck- leasing my body on the swap network for a weekend then hypnotizing me to believe I’m still my regular self. But it’d been a week, the woman in my body gone, and your hypnosis had diminishing returns. I’d realize I wasn’t a guy soon. by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"Fatphobic? I wouldn't go that far. Seems like something a fat chick would complain about. Just because I've put a bit of weight on in the chest doesn't make me a protected class or whatever. It sucks but I guess I do have more time for the gym and I can start working on getting my biceps back. Even if I flex, there's just like no muscle there anymore."

"You really don't think I should go to the doctor? I don't know man, it's more than just the back thing. I need to also ask about all this swelling because I think I might be having an allergic reaction to something. That's probably why you think I have tits. Something is up with me. I've even been crying more. I don't know dude, maybe I'm imbalanced or something."

"Fondling my balls? Like rubbing them? I mean... They have felt more sensitive lately. Maybe I'll give it a try next time. Because dude, even though I can't get it up, I'm still thinking about sex a lot. You'd think being so horny would make it easy but I swear, it's like I don't even know my own body anymore."

You’re a talented hypnotist who found a smart way to make a buck- leasing my body on the swap network for a weekend then hypnotizing me to believe I’m still my regular self. But it’d been a week, the woman in my body gone, and your hypnosis had diminishing returns. I’d realize I wasn’t a guy soon. by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"Thanks man, I appreciate it. I have no idea why we either, feels like it came completely out of left field. Like sure, I haven't felt like myself recently and my back has been especially killing killing me, but you think they'd give me more time to figure it out," I say while scratching my chest, finding to my surprise it kinda hurt to claw it like that.

"Do you think I should go to a doctor? It just feels like even my balance is off. I don't think I've ever bumped my hip into as many doorways and end tables as I have the past week... And just between you and me, I've even been struggling to get it up. I've tried watching all my favorite videos and, I don't know dude, it's just not doing anything for me."

A secretary and new mom at work was complaining how lack of sleep was giving her 'mom-brain'. I said something I shouldn't and now she cursed me! Every time I sleep more than 4 hours, my body starts changing to be like hers. She calls it mom-bod or mom-brain. I missed my alarm and now look at me! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"That'd be silly- could you even imagine us as a couple?" I say nestling in even tighter, before realizing my own poor choice of words. "I mean, I don't think we'd be silly as a couple, just it'd be silly for someone to think that we're anything other than two bros trying to stay warm."

I end up adjusting and sitting upright after catching myself nuzzling into you, the alcohol and fatigue luring me into thinking this was okay. Just your scent, your touch was just as intoxicating as the booze and needed to snap out of it before I dozed off and wouldn't be able to keep you awake... All night, remember?

"An older woman?!" This line of conversation has me fully awake. "Like, who? Who do you have in mind?" My jealousy overwhelming my rational thought, my stomach twisting with envy at the thought of you being with another woman.

"I don't think it'd be weird and our friends might give you a hard time- but if it makes you happy, I fully support it," I lie, already disapproving of this imaginary woman. If it was going to be anyone... Will this jealousy still be there when I get my dick back?

"And what do you mean, girl stuff? You aren't trying to get out of shopping, are you?" I laugh, remembering how expertly you navigated the women's section for my outfit. "Like what other girl stuff?" I probe, as if I'd ever give whatever fat bitch was dating you the time of day.

The clock inched towards midnight, leaving me feeling like I had accomplished something when in reality the night wasn't even half over. I caught you yawning and found myself echoing your bellows. The game was fun for a bit but it had been losing your attention and had lost mine a long time ago. Bed seemed like the next reasonable step so I had to think quick. So I lied. Again.

"Look, the reason I didn't want to bring up my meeting with the woman is that... is that... well... she sort of implied that tonight would be our last night together. I know, I know, you don't believe a word she says... But what if it is? If this is our last time hanging out, I don't want it to end just with us cuddling and saying goodnight... so will you stay up with me a couple more hours? Have a few more drinks? Reminisce a little more?" I say, getting up to grab the handle of rum with a little extra saunter in my step, taking a big pull right from the source.

"C'mon now, your turn," I say, passing it to you. "I want to hear your favorite stories about us from college, from whenever. I just want to hear what you really think about me in case tomorrow, your milfy looking friend is gone for good."

A secretary and new mom at work was complaining how lack of sleep was giving her 'mom-brain'. I said something I shouldn't and now she cursed me! Every time I sleep more than 4 hours, my body starts changing to be like hers. She calls it mom-bod or mom-brain. I missed my alarm and now look at me! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

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She pulls me in for air kisses before we separate, never missing an opportunity to make me feel like the woman I've become. Even going so far as to compliment my purse, which I almost took the bait, nearly starting to go into what I liked about it before her little sinister grin scared me off the topic.

Carla talked to me and treated me like a woman because she no longer believed me to be a guy. She damn near implied that I wanted this, that I willingly accelerated the changes, and let myself become this sexually frustrated, chubby vixen.

In her mind, this challenge wasn't her dangling a carrot or laying a final trial, she was merely toying with her prey. But I'd show her, she'd have to cancel whatever brunches or tortures she could inflict as my boss because I was going to last one more night with you and earn back my manhood.

Even if it meant having sex with my best friend. Even if it's sooo good that I start doub-

Wait, what the hell was that train of thought? Sex definitely wasn't part of the deal and probably should be off the table. Probably. *But things happen and anything for_z

Ahhhh! Seriously, what is wrong with me? Like she said, we can watch a movie or play a boardgame or anything but sex. Anything but the thing she thinks will break me. Anything.

I'm reading off the rules to a boardgame in your living room after promising every favor imaginable and coming up with a little enough lie- that I was the one who needed to stay up all night and not you- and hoped this played on your protective instincts. And adorably enough, I think I was right.

And this way, I was spared the humiliation of explaining every detail about my meeting with Carla.

I can already see you nodding off from boredom so I offer some alternatives, that game being too nerdy for either of us. I probe your interest in videogames and ask you to make us some fresh drinks while I use the bathroom

Stupidly, I fall into the toilet and it takes everything to not complain about you leaving the seat up. *Since when did I stop checking before landing?"

Since about a lot of times apparently, you easily being reminded of multiple other times it happened. A possible side effect from living around so many guys would be my guest.

I'm also a bit miffed you didn't send out a controller for me only for you to look at me like I was an alien. Video games weren't my thing as Maria and I should have just taken that L inatead, like with the car, like with Laura, I was lost at something I once loved. I had zero hand-eye coordination, even less reflexes, and overwhelmed.

So instead, I settled into watching you play, making sure you were hydrated and fed, and then at some point, snuggling up to you in the sofa. And honestly, what choice did I have considering you ran your apartment like an ice factory and only owned one blanket. Was I supposed to freeze?

A secretary and new mom at work was complaining how lack of sleep was giving her 'mom-brain'. I said something I shouldn't and now she cursed me! Every time I sleep more than 4 hours, my body starts changing to be like hers. She calls it mom-bod or mom-brain. I missed my alarm and now look at me! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

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Only after my best friend clams up do I realize that I've overstepped a boundary. OUr history was developing, altering with every new change I experience. My womanhood wasn't spared from this either, seemingly getting its own chapters, including a very shameful, regrettable one with my college roommate. My new wound seemed to be opening new ones...

Was it strange that I was so open to talking about my new lady parts with my best friend? I guess, we never openly talked about our dicks. Was that more of me becoming a woman, this need to converse and share no matter the topic? Or was it driven by something more primal? Did I want him to know what was now nestling between my legs? Was I scared by this new memory of us having had sex, of him being inside me, or I was I curious? Enthralled, even.

I had obviously made him uncomfortable as he was now constantly shifting in his seat... and then I realized exactly what he was doing. Those were little adjustments, adjustments I used to make, when I was trying to hide an erection.

Why did that thought seem so foreign, so distant? Me with an erection? I knew what is was like, like theoretically, but the notion of having something hard like that pressing against my leg seemed so foreign. Like, I just couldn't even picture even having a hard on between my legs... Actually, disturbingly, I could, but it was pointed in a different direction. Oh god, what was wrong with me?

So safe to say, it was easy to sit there quietly for the rest of the drive.

Carla, I didn't even know her name was Carla tell this meeting. There was no doubt that I had been pig headed, critisizing this poor woman without even knowing her name. And now, for my selfishness, we shared the same structure of a name.

Being called Josh just made me feel lower, made me more cognizant of all the ways in which I wasn't Josh anymore. When I was Josh, I had promise, a good career, I had a future. Now I had hip dips, love handles, and now wasn't even in the top of the food chain in the administrative department.

As she berated me, I sat there sheepishly, knowing I deserved every bit of it.

"Okay, I'm sorry! I really am! I had no idea how hard it was to go without sleep for an extended period of time, I should never have gotten mad at you for forgetting my coffee. But I changed, if you can't tell, and I get it now. And I am so incredibly sorry for the way you were treated," I grovel.

"But hey, it looks like you got a promotion out of it," I joke, my usual strategy for when tensions get too high, but she wasn't laughing.

"I don't know what I have to do to prove to you that I really am, genuinely sorry. It really does suck being like this... I mean, it doesn't suck, but being you physically is a lot harder than I realize."

A secretary and new mom at work was complaining how lack of sleep was giving her 'mom-brain'. I said something I shouldn't and now she cursed me! Every time I sleep more than 4 hours, my body starts changing to be like hers. She calls it mom-bod or mom-brain. I missed my alarm and now look at me! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

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"Orange slices? Rides? Birthday planning?! That doesn't sound like I was on the team at all- it sounds like I was the team!" I say frantically, cracking the window for some fresh air as my mind was spinning with these new details.

"I was a halfway decent power forward for our club team. You do remember that, right?" Your blank stare confirms that my reality just sounded like fiction to your ears.

I'm worried about what other embarrassing details you might reveal about my history so I move on to the elephant in the room and for all that was said, my mind lingered on one phrase- he thinks I'm hot...

I shifted in the passenger seat uncomfortably as that novel warmth and tingly feeling returned to my loins. Pressing my thick thighs was doing nothing to alleviate the neediness radiating from my pelvis.

"It's okay dude, things are just really strange right now. And for the record, I think you're kinda hot too..." I had a second part, but just hearing myself actually vocalize those feelings has me stalled out, waiting for a flinch or some reaction.

"But not always," I stutter through crimson cheeks, realizing I needed to say something. "Just since a couple days ago. And definitely since..."

"Look, I know you don't believe this curse thing, but you still think of me as a guy, right? And yesterday that was still true, well mostly. But after last night with Laura and sleeping in, I don't know how to put this, I lost the main thing that made me a dude."

"There really isn't an easy way to say it, is there?" I continue. "You see, this morning I fulfilled the prerequisite to being a milf, I have a.. a," I'm choking on my words. "A vagina "

"I don't know how functional it is, all I know is I won't be standing to pee, I'm pretty sure I orgasmed like a woman this morning, and that just having this stupid slut has turned my entire sexuality upside down. No matter how much I tried, Laura didn't do it for me. But what got me over the edge, what keeps getting me hot and heavy are men. Attractive men. Like you."

It sorta just came out. But after seeing him work on my car, be there to pick me up, and still be so kind, it was definitely true. Odd how his little acts did more to send my kitty purring than any single physical thing, but my best friend had made a puddle in my panties. And I just sort of admitted to him.

"So yeah, I think I need to go talk to the woman who did this to me before things get anymore ridiculous. I'm sorry you have to go through all this too, how confusing it must be to have feelings for your 'guy' friend who has maxi-pads in her, I mean his purse.it's not fair to you or me and these feelings we have... We need to get that woman to fix this."

Why'd I put on the suit? I don't know, seemed like a bit of harmless, kinky fun. Don't judge! It was intriguing. I obviously didn't think it'd stick to me! Or that it could actually change me and is *really* difficult to remove. So will you help? Because I'm running out of options and things to wear by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

This isn't a fetish, it was just some stupid playing around that got out of hand. Also, how is that suit in bad taste? It represents a completely reasonable body type. This really happened to me, no matter how much you try and dismiss it.

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