Day one Our front door unlocked. At swung open. “Welcome home babe.” I yelled from the living room. Slouching in the couch “Thank you mister. But I am not your babe.” An ominous man said to me in a deep voice. “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house!” I instantly got up and acted very aggressive.
“Shhhh. I am trying to lie low man.”
I instantly went silent.
“Are you alone” I nodded. Why couldn’t I talk?
“Okay, I guess you heard some stories about me. I am the stranger. And I gathered a little to much attention from various organizations so I am going to stay here for a week and lay low here in your house. Will that be a problem.”
I nodded heavily still unable to speak. I heard about this guy; he is supposedly a lunatic with reality altering powers. I never really thought it was real but here I am, I guess.
“I thought so. Such a big strong manly man like you probably won’t be on board with my plan. So, lets change that. Become a woman with some slackly clothes on.”
In an instant my body changed. I suddenly looked up at the stranger instead of the eye level from before. My center of balance was thrown of. And I suddenly felt a small breeze of my bare skin and all sorts of new sensations fired up in my body as a hand shot up to my chest and felt a pair of womans boobs.
“Mmmm. Just let the other hander wander down and finnish up exploring.” The stranger said.
And on que my other hand explored downward and sure enough emptiness where my cock once was a patch of pubic hair and nice slit for my new sex was now located. The feelings were alien but pleasant. Though in my mind I was freaking out.
“Okay, so I like your look. But could you change and become just a little sexier. Like just a little bit more of a porn star look?” The stranger asked.
I felt my body fine tune and tweaking.
“Now I believe a woman like you need a black cock between her virgin lips. So” the stranger said as he slowly became black man, his clothes disappeared and big black cock appeared.
“You are now addicted to my black cock.” He said. “Look at it.”
And now as I looked at it I was all of sudden washed over with lust. My mouth started drooling as thoughts of way to pleasure this cook started shooting in my mind.
“Ditch the clothes and come here” He said.
My dress disappeared and I jumped into his arms.
He carried me to the bedroom.
He threw me on the bed and instructed me to start sucking his cock. With no prior experience I wasn’t apparently any good at it. And after a sloppy minute or to. He said “Do it like your favourite pornstar” and all of sudden I started sucking cock like a pro.
I was acrhing my back making my booty pop. And edging the strangers going full deepthroat and so on.
After he came in my mouth, and I gulped his semen down he turned me over. And said, “ready for a proper fucking” Without me answering. He started railing me.
A mix of pain and pleasure overcame me. As the man started pumping the pussy that I didn’t even have an hour ago. He was very skilled, and his large member stretched the walls of my pussy. I came once, twice, three times, four, I lost count. Lost in the bliss. I was moaning like a whore and spasming on his cock. His magic powers enabled him to keep going for ever.
Suddenly we hear the front door. And my wife has come home. My wife is walking beauty. The fact that I am with a woman this beautiful is a miracle.
And I adore her. She is a little nerdy though and doesn’t really care about her look.
The stranger ordered me to stay.
He walked to the living room and I heard him exclaim. “Holy shit, you are gorgeous, how the fuck did that nobody land you?” He said and laughed. “I am sorry who are you” My wife asked. Curious as to the stanger in our house.
“Well.” And he explained. My wife was at a loss for words. “Ohh and I already changed you ugly husband to something a little better to suit my project.” He spoke.
“You can come out here.”
I started moving. Walking sexily and swaying my hips. I stood just beside the stranger as struck a pose beside him. I wanted to yell to her to leave, to run away. But nothing. I just stood still like some eye candy.
“So wife” the stranger said. “Your husband here has already been shown the ropes. But you don’t really seem ready. Let’s get rid of the clothes there. And let’s get those stimulis through the roof, and you want nothing but to fuck me.” He instructed her.
My wife body acted on the changes. As she instantly shot her hands to her breasts. She moaned from pleasure as she touched them. And she gave them a good squeze. It seemed her gaze was now filled with lust for the stranger. My mind was crumbeling. This was torture.
“Mmmmmm, sexy my wife said. Like could you please fuck me. Like a proper fucking, none of that weak shit my husband gives me.” She said.
I was destroyed. I hope this was due to the strangers changes.
“Well yes honey. But lets get your husband to show you how you please a man properly. Since he is the expert.”
We all went to the bedroom. And I was forced to instruct my wife to fuck the stranger. My wife was lost in the sensations of the sex with the stranger. And I actually becom lost in my own pleasure. I was dripping wet with my own anticipation as I grabbed the hair of my wife to shove her head down the cock of the stranger. Luckily, I was later involved in the whole ordeal. We fucked for many, many hours and passed out due to exhaustion.
Day two and three.
The stranger told us his plan. He was gonna need some money. So he needed us to work as sex workers. In order for us to gain some traction he wanted us to make online graphic content as if the stranger was running a pimp house with loads of different women. We were both given a videocamera and were instructed on what to do. My wife was to be fucked by the stranger on stream, the stranger in a new body. And I was to pump on a dildo in the shower for hours.
After hours of live streaming my masturbation with a dildo. My wife suddenly entered, she had taken the same form as my self, and she was wearing a bikini. She handed me a similar pair. And we both started posing for the camera.
My wife sensually said the contact information to our “agency” and we started undressing eachother teasing for the camera.
After 30 minutes or so. My wife turned of the live stream. And we both came to kitchen per our default instructions.
The stranger had plans for the rest of the day. So, we were to keep doing graphical adult content. Our sites had already gotten lots of traction, but he wanted us to take it to the next level.
He changed my wife to a man. And ordered her to fuck me for all the world to see.
These livestreams went on from early morning to late night. We were kept separate at night. And could both hear the moans of the other as the stranger fucked us both “goodnight”.
Day four, five and six.
The stranger had started a very small pimpservice. Our many online streams had caught people’s attention, and the stranger started renting us out. We could be on call many times a day. Customers were able to write the stranger what woman they wanted, how they wanted her to behave, and what they wanted her to do. The customers of course didn’t now there was magic involved. They probably just thought it was a pimp with a massive harem.
On the first day. I was instructed by the stranger to leave the house. I was of course frightened to leave in a female form and have sex with a stranger. And even leaving my wife. But all of these emotions were never shown nor dealt with as my body obeyed the strangers’ commands. I became a petite woman with lovingly long legs and a kinky personality. I walked on my own accord to the house just a couple of kilometers away in big heels and a long trench coat. As soon as I knocked on the front door I was greeted with a good looking male. Who invited me inside. He asked if I was all good and ready. And my preprogrammed personality handled all of the flirting. I no time I was bent over the man’s couch with his dick buried deep inside of my ass.
He was decent at the whole ordeal and my body spasmed as I came simultaneously as he dragged his cock out of my ass and came all over my back.
After the customer was done unloading, I turned around and started hoovering his cock. Of course, I despise this, but the semen was just too tasty to not get a taste of.
In the first day of being rented as escorts. I had five visits. I was even by one of the customers asked if I was able to behave and beg like a dog in heat. Of course, the stranger thought that this was a fair ask so he granted it. And well it’s not like I could object. And besides it’s not worse than any of the other deprived shit he made me do.
And my body had changed every single time. I was starting to lose grip on time and reality as my brain was hurting from the constant sexual stimuli and the many, many mental and physical changes.
My wife and I both came home late at night. The stranger ordered us to go to bed. And we did, both in our current forms and both set free of mental changes. We were forced to go to bed. And as the stranger’s command of needing to sleep, my vision faded as I felt my boobs pressed against my wife’s new stripper like forms as we both sobbed as it all went dark.
The next day passed the same but at night. We had no tears left.
As we woke up on day six. The stranger had us do our morning blowjob session after we cooked him breakfast in our underwear.
He told us that we both had been rented out for the day by some rich dude. Although we were still rented out as property and sex slaves. It gave both of us some sort of hope. At the news that we were going to be together in this horror.
We finished and the stranger had us fight over the right for his cum as we licked it off of each other and the floor.
We both morphed to match our role for the sex adventure ahead and headed over to the customer’s house. This customer had heard about the magic capabilities of the stranger and had asked him to provide to escorts, one taking the form of his mom and one taking the form of his sister. Seriously WTF.
For some parts of the day was enjoyable as the foreplay and sex with my wife in the sister’s form was actually sexy, and nice. She was sweet and polite, and extremely good at setting my older female body on fire. But as my “son” the customer joined. All sorts of depraved fantasies needed to be fulfilled. Luckily, I had my wife with me. He was nasty. Embarrassing me and his “sister” calling us slurs. Making us beg on the floor. Showing his dominance. How could you have this fantasy. How fucked up are you?
Four hours had come, and four hours had gone, and we were by text sent to the next home. Where we again were rented both of us.
Thankfully this guy was more normal and “just” wanted a couple of twins to satiate his primal needs.
And well although starting off somewhat sweet and innocent. Things went pretty wild after that.
We both again came home late at night. And cuddled and fondled each other until we fell asleep.
Day 7
During the next days morning routine. The stranger told us. “Today I am leaving. You will never see me again. But I feel like the both of you really had success with this whole experience. So, what I will do is grant you (he pointed at me) but only as a woman. And you (pointing to my wife) to whatever you want. You will both be bisexual. And you will both have the opportunity to pursue the wealth connected to the porn and escort industry or go into a more normal and civil line of work. However, I must tell you that you have both made me heaps of money. So maybe go with the porn/escort thing.” He winked and left. “Just concentrate on the form you want to have, and you will become that.” A voice sounded from within
We were both freed from the stranger’s grasp. And my wife instantly tried reverting back to her old self. I too tried reverting to my male form, but to no avail. I was forever stuck as a woman. I was saddened by this fact. But as soon as my wife kissed and hugged me. All fears of being a woman disappeared.
We moved things along. And after a wicked sex session where we both went from form to form. I decided it wasn’t that bad. My wife could act as me when interacting with others and I could take her form. We could still be a “normal” couple. And we could still have heaps of lesbian sex. Although my wife sometime would take a male form to “pound some sense into me” I liked it when she did that. And when my wife needed a proper fucking, we would just do it as parts of our porno shoots.
Life was already good. But after a week in hell, it definitely became better.