Ten days ago, while I was returning from high school, I saw our neighbour Jared sneaking out of our house. My stepmom stood by the window and winked at him with a smile before closing the curtains. It was super weird and I thought it was pretty obvious that she was cheating on my Dad behind his back. I didn’t waste another minute to confront her.
“Mom, what were you doing with Uncle Jared?”
“What?”
“I saw him sneak out of our house and you were there at the window. Don’t act clueless.”
“Well, I think it’s none of your business, young man. You should keep your head to your books.”
“I’ll tell Dad if you keep cheating behind his back!”
She glared at me for a moment before it turned into a devilish grin.
“Honey, it’s not cheating if you’re the one doing it, right?”
“Wait, what?”
Her smile sent shivers down my spine. My head swirled as she chanted in a whisper and clicked her fingers at me. “Wh-What's happening to me?!” I fell on the floor and caught a glimpse of myself hovering over me with the same sinister smile that my stepmom had. “We'll talk soon.” The voice muffled before everything went dark.
The alarms set me off to wake up from my deep slumber. My dazed eyes focused on the digital clock beside me. It was six and the sun was dawning upon me through the window. My eyes widened realizing that I was flaked out for the last 16 hours! Moreover, something felt off about my body.
“What the fuck?” I had long strands of hair flowing down my scalp that reached past my shoulders. My hands dabbed over my face, feeling the new cheeks, nose and jaw. I looked down at the weight pressing onto my chest. “I-I have breasts!” the voice of my stepmom escaped my puffy lips. I threw aside the sheets covering me and looked at my bare hairless legs. I was wearing the white top that she had worn yesterday! It was hardly doing anything to cover my hefty rack. I was also wearing her black cotton panties with colorful dots on it. I staggered over to the mirror and saw my stepmom looking back at me with horror in her eyes. She replicated every movement I made without any errors. It was proven that the woman in the mirror was me, but how, I had no clue. I was baffled and on the verge of having a panic attack when my former self walked in.
“Good morning, mom, or should I say, son?” my body standing in front of me giggled. “I think you’ll figure it out yourself, since you’ve my memories. They’ll guide you when you’re lost on what to say, or what to do, you know.”
I was shocked to remember events that I never participated in my life. Being a girl, having my first kiss, getting periods, all memories hit me one after another as I dug deeper into my brain. Then I realized I must know the answer to my present predicament. And I did. My male body stood in front of me with the same malicious glare and grin as before. “You, you’re a witch?!” I blabbered.
“Sorceress, honey, but no longer, since I renounced my mortal shell, I made sure that my powers vanished too. Now, we’re both humans, and the change is permanent. Nevertheless, I am young now, and have enough time to regain them in this new body!” Her words felt like a wagon hitting me and crushing me to the ground. I couldn’t fathom being a woman in her 20s married to a man in his 40s, who also happened to be my father! I searched for answers as to why she did this to me.
“Money. Yup, as simple as that. But not just that. It was the power that comes with it.” She intervened my thoughts. “I have seen his future, Daniel. He’s going to climb the ranks and become one of the most powerful leaders in the corporate world. I planned to acquire that wealth and power with him. But you, you were going to ruin it all and for what? A fling with my neighbour?! Thomas is always working and I don’t mind it, that’s what I want! But having such youthful curves has it’s consequences. They’re so susceptible to touch!” She grabbed the bulge in her pants as she leered at me. I averted me gaze as it creeped me out.
“Anyways, I’ll inherit the wealth as his son. And you can go tell Thomas what you did with your neighbour and get kicked out, or be a good wife and suck his dick every night! I couldn’t care less!”
“You're so evil!” I clamoured, “I'll make sure that you never get what you want!” “Oh boy, I figured that you would say something like that. That’s why I have called Ben, our neighbour this morning! Thomas is out on a trip to Dubai on behalf of my reassurance that I’ll take care of my bed-ridden mother. Ben knows it’s his cue to enjoy the weekend with his busty neighbour!” Daniel guffawed.
I was a mess in my mind. I didn’t know how to react. I was frozen by the overwhelming fear of my future. Then there was this masculine urge to peek inside my stepmom's skimpy clothes. I knew it was wrong, but nobody was there to stop me, or call it wrong to take a look at the body that was now owned by me. I was shocked, terrified, and was getting horny. I was in a peculiar disposition.
“Okay, go get fresh for the day. I'll pick up something for lunch on my way to school!” Daniel said and left.
The house was empty, and silent. I debated by myself if I should call my father and tell what his wife did to me. But then I realized how crazy it all sound as I spoke it out loud. I wasn’t going to be able to escape this trap she set for me. The more I stared at the cleavage in the mirror as I brushed my teeth, the more was the pressure built in my panties. I wanted to stroke my cock so bad, but the only thing I could do was play with my stepmom's pink folds. With much difficulty, I refrained from touching my loins.
As I walked out of the washroom, I saw Ben, my neighbour, standing outside the glass window. I sighed, thinking that now at least I could keep my stepmom loyal to her husband by breaking up with this douchebag. I opened up the window and said, “We can’t do this anymore.”
“What? Why? What happened?” he asked.
“Um, Daniel knows. He saw you sneak out last evening.”
“So, did he run his mouth in front of his father. If you want, I can teach some sense to that kid,” he said. I composed my anger within me, making a fist behind my back. “No, he didn’t. But, that’s not all. I don’t want to continue this affair behind my husband's back.”
“Well, if your son hasn’t spilled, then what’s the problem here? Don’t tell me that you didn’t enjoy that yesterday, because by the look of your face you surely did.” Looking at his sly grin, I recalled yesterday’s afternoon when I was getting railed on the bed by this man.
I gulped thinking about the sheer girth and length of his shaft, heat welling up in my nether. “Scoot!” he exclaimed, climbing and jumping in through the window.
The audacity of this man made me livid but also turned me on. “Listen, Monica, it was you who came to me, looking for sexual favours.” He walked around me as he spoke, “But you don’t tell me when to stop. Understand?” I quickly contemplated his intentions and walked away over to the bed and gave him a meek smile to calm him down. “I didn’t mean to offend you, It’s just that I am not well today.” He came over to me and put his hand on my forehead. “You seem fine. Don’t lie to me.” He leaned over and kissed my neck. My whole body shuddered with a wave of euphoria, sending goosebumps all over my body. My breath escaped my lips with a deep sigh as I pushed him away and said. “Ben, I don’t want Daniel to catch us again, worse, in compromised situation.” My voice muffled. He was standing behind me and I was too afraid to make eye contact. Little did I know, that he had stripped naked!
“Oh, I wish he does,” he said, approaching me from behind. I gasped as he pulled down my top down to my waist, revealing my 38DD melons. “Look at them! So lovely to behold! I bet your boy jerks off to them at night when alone in bed!”
Envisioning his words and my bosoms under me titillated my desires to it’s brim. His hands pulled me by the neck and kneaded my supple breasts, making me squirm in pleasure. “Aahh, please… I’ve chores to do.”
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me! Monica wants to play the reluctant housewife today, I see!” Ben scoffed.
“Well, I'm running… mmmm, out of excuses,” I mumbled, with my eyes closed and head thrown back. “Not for long, Monica! I know what a slut you are! You never say no to my cock, not today, not ever!” He pulled down my black panty. Sticky white wires stretched down to the floor along with the panties. “Hah! You filthy slut! You’re drippinsg wet down here for your lover! Reluctant, my ass! You want this monster inside you right now! I’ll remind you the reason you came to me in the first place!”
I was dumbfounded by his arrogance and confidence in winning me over that I stood paralyzed in shock. The feminine urges and sensations coursing through me were unlike anything I had ever felt before, and it wasn’t helping. My body betrayed me, making me feel submissive to his will. It felt right and natural to give in.
“Here it comes,” he said. I felt his hard yet pliable shaft slide past my humongous asscheeks, aiming straight for my throbbing slit from behind. I gasped in surprise as it brushed over my soft folds. My dizzy mind swirled as the realities of the double life in my brain clashed with each other. My female instincts took over and I arched my back and raised my ass for better entry. “Ah! Please!” I howled as the veiny cylindrical shaft pushed itself in, stretching the inner walls of the vagina. I grabbed onto the wooden post of the bed as his thrusts got faster. His balls clapped onto my thighs while my breasts jiggled at his whim. The tension in my womb piled up with every thrust, making me desperate for his seed. I twerked to his rhythm, stretching my limits as well as squeezing the inner walls, grabbing onto his dick whenever it was deep into me. “Oh, girl! Where did you learn that trick?!” he cheered.
I flushed red as I knew it was no instinct or muscle memory of my stepmom, but it was me who was doing this. I had brushed past any semblance of morality I had left as a man. There was no doubt that I had become a slave to my bodily desires as a woman. “Oh, baby… please… don’t stop… mmmm… punish me… for being… Ah!” I squealed as the most powerful orgasm of my life overtook me. My body shook violently as I shouted, “an unfaithful wife!”
Those words agitated his hunger and turned him into a beast. “Oh! Fuck! Nnghh!” he pulled me down onto the carpet as he whispered, “Now you remember. You’re unfaithful to your husband because you crave my cock over his. He could never satisfy you, but I could. That’s why you’ll never say no to me.”
He plowed his cock like a jackhammer, drilling into my pussy and hitting me with multiple bursts of ecstasy. I moaned and cried for more, shaking on top of him as he ran his tongue on my pulsating nipples. I felt his cock tighten, followed by jets of warm fluid splash into my yearning womb. He gradually stopped his thrusts and pulled out his hung member. Thick white creamy fluid splurged out of my gaping hole. “That was fuckin hot!” he raved, “Oh, Monica, I can fuck you again! You’ve taken the pill, right?”
The smile on my face faded as reality crashed onto me. Daniel had managed to sneak in a camcorder to blackmail me and the potential pregnancy was an added disaster. Well, that’s a story for another day….
The End
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