Mia crashed through the front door, and threw her belongings on the floor. It had been a monumentally shitty day at work. Rude customers, narcissistic bosses and little pay all formed an angry storm in her head. She only wanted one thing, and thankfully Jack was home.
“Hey sexy, how was wo–” She stopped his stupid small talk and kissed him. Deep and passionate. He returned the favor by pulling her close. His hand moved around her hips, the other went behind Mia's neck. She felt good that there was already a bulge forming in his pants. “Take these off,” she said, shimming out of her own underwear. A rock hard dick came free, huge and wonderful. Mia vaguely knew she was a nympho but didn't care much. Nobody else understood just how much could be fixed with a good, hard, railing.
Jack picked her up easily. She spread her legs over his arms, he was so much stronger and bigger, he had no problems holding her.
Amazing pleasure flowed with his thrusts. She moaned loud and unrestricted. Let the neighbors hear. The stress of her day melted away with each thrust, she couldn't think, couldn't speak. He went slower than she could handle but that didn't matter much. Each stretch of her sex felt like a drug, each hit just brought her higher.
He pulled out and threw Mia on the bed. She turned around and arched her back, ass to the sky. His favorite view. He grabbed her voraciously and pushed deeper with the new position, filling her more completely.
She screamed again, pleasure coursing through her. She gripped the sheets, every muscle tense as she grew close to orgasm. Her right hand gripped what felt like a phone. Unable to stop, she gripped white knuckle to it, her other hand digging deep into the mattress. In a final flurry of thrusts Jack pounded her to orgasm. She exploded, with moans and tense muscles. The whole world spun and her body spasmed. Her hand still gripped the phone so tight she thought it might break. Then she pressed a button.
Milo lay facedown on a bed, his body tense and twitching with intense pleasure. It felt good. He looked around trying to focus, how had he gotten on the bed? Then some strong pressure in between his legs retreated. It felt utterly alien, but also incredible. Turning around he saw Jack, his roommate, standing above him completely nude. But nevermind that Milo saw himself.
Breasts hung from his chest, and dark hair flowed into his vision. His disk was gone, what sat in between beautifully shaped legs was a pussy. It was shaved and dripped a clear liquid down his thigh. Jack looked down at Milo, a stupid grin of satisfaction on his face. His cock was glistening and hard as stone.
Milo's confusion left. In a sudden realization he remembered being himself. He was a senior in college, on track for valedictorian. He was a struggling bartender, endlessly stressed. He was a man, a man living with his roommate Jack. But all recent memories were of Mia, her feelings, her thoughts and personality. He remembered being attracted to Jack, the man standing above him would have seemed hot to her. The size of his cock, his build and demeanor. It felt so strange to remember loving something that you now find unattractive. He remembered the endless sex, the pleasure of being used, the thrill of a cock inside of her. How long had he been her? Milo focused, trying to remember the last day that he was… well Milo.
Jack had come home with a strange remote, claiming it would relive all the stressors of life. Milo joked that he could use some stress relief and Jack gracefully complied. And pointing the remote at him. It was the same remote that Milo held now.
“Ready for round two slut?” Jack said, he put his cock to the still wet pussy, teasing. 
It felt good, really good, The jolt as his clit was touched almost made him moan. Mia was always hypersensitive. He remembered the carnal anticipation of this moment, Mia would have squirmed and begged, she hated being teased, but found it hot nonetheless. Jack tilted his head at the lack of a response, his gaze flicked to where Milo gripped the remote. His eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, shit. Milo?” He asked. He moved cautiously away. Thankfully pulling his cock back before Milo had to let out a moan. He had the remote, maybe if he could impersonate her, then figure out how to use it on–
“I can tell it's you in there buddy, Mia never stopped after one round.”
Milo scrambled from where he was sitting, going for the other side of the bed. He pointed the remote at Jack. “Stay back or I'll use this on you!” The threatening tone lessened by the small woman's voice.
“Oh come on, you can't be mad, I did what I promised.” He said, raising hands above his head. “You turned me into a fucking women jack, what promise was that!”
“I said it would relieve stress. And you gotta admit, you didn't feel too bad once you were done with me.”
That was true, Milo remembered the feeling of stress evaporation as Mia. At least she had a way to deal with it, even if it involved lots of bodily fluids.
“Plus,” Jack said. “That remote is hella complicated, it took me 2 whole days to make you.”
Milo looked down at the device, menus upon menus, thousands of sliders, buttons, text inputs, a whole side of the screen was dedicated to a rendering of Mia.
Jack bolted for him.
Panicking, Milo pointed the remote and pressed something, anything. A small flash of light came from the remote, Jack instinctively flinched back, but nothing happened to him. He reached Milo and easily grabbed him, ripping the remote from his hands. Jack pressed the small female body to a wall in a restraint. Then he laughed. “You dumbass. It was still your profile, you just made your tits bigger.” As he said it Milo did notice an increasing pressure on his chest, they grew and pushed hard into the wall, spilling outwards. Jack breathed out in relief. “Jesus man, you had me worried for a second, thought I was done for.” “Plese Jack.” Milo pleaded. “You have no idea what it's like, I can't remember anything, my whole life just disappears. All I think about is sex. I don't want to go back!” “Sorry man, I just kinda prefer you like this, plus I feel like you're overall happier as Mia so…”
The remote flashed.
Mia was pressed to a wall, breathing hard and sweating heavily. She felt dizzy. How did I get here? She searched her mind but could only remember moments. Was she in the middle of sex?
SMACK!
Sharp pain flowed from her ass, the perfect type of pain to drive her wild.
“You’ve been very bad today Mia.” Her boyfriend said in her ear, it sent a shiver down her spine.
“How are you going to apologize?”
She tried to move but was held to the wall hard. She pushed her hips into him, his dick pushed back, hard as stone. Somebody's on edge today. She thought while she bent forward, opening her legs slightly. He took her apology, pushing deep inside, not trying to be gentle or sweet. She couldn't remember what she did to make him so stressed, but hoped it would happen more often.
