I’d been Natalie for years, I’d swapped her on a road trip in the southwest, she was a whine-y teen and I was a 38 year old housewife. We were at a diner and she was complaining to her mom and dad about how boring the trip was. Her parents were both stunning even though they were both a little older than me and she was clearly going to be a bombshell. I looked down at my own body and sighed inwardly, things were starting to loosen up… everywhere.
I loved my husband of 14 years, he was reliable, supportive, loyal, and capable in pleasing me. I never thought I’d stay put so long but it was nice and my life was easy. But I was beginning to feel my age, even if I still looked pretty good. I was getting bored of the stability and was ready for a revamp.
I could redo high school and have some fun blowing the minds of a bunch of boys with a body like that and my experience. My hubby and I got in the car and I kissed him one last time. Her family got in their car at the same time, she was clearly not talking to them: perfect.
They pulled out first as I planted the kiss, and with a stretching feeling that was not physical, but whatever let me do what I do, I reached for her mind, connected, and with a sudden release I was in the backseat as her.
I looked back to see my old body leap from the car screaming, I felt bad leaving my husband to such a horrible end but as I looked down past my small blossoming breasts at my firm legs. “I get to wear slutty volleyball shorts” I thought to myself as I enjoyed the hugging sensation against my new and unseen womanhood.
I made a great decision. As I grew up all over again and enjoyed the power of a young body with someone who’d lived multiple lifetimes of experience, I done very well in social, academic, and sexual endeavors. I was off to a good college to have a great time as an adult.
That is until the sorority mixer. This asshole flirted with me and I fell for his act. I was going to fuck his brains out and enjoy whatever his wonderful body could do to me when I realized something was wrong. We were going back to my place and I started feeling weird. I couldn’t think straight and everything was spinning. As soon as the door closed he was tearing my clothes off and getting rough with me.
It hit me that he’d drugged me as he started plowing me without a condom. Son of a bitch. I fumbled and reached for his mind instinctually. Grasping at its edges only to have it slip away. What he was doing hurt. He was so strong, so big, so thick. The fog and his disregard for my pain kept making me lose my grip on his mind and then with a rapid stretch and snap like a rubber-band being pulled and released suddenly I was balls deep in myself.
“You stupid son of a bitch” i said in his deep voice through sober clarity, “ i was enjoying being Chelsea, now I’ve got to give it all up when it was about to get good. I was going to do things to you that would have made every other woman a shadow in comparison but you fucked that shot. Now I’m going to give you your what you deserve.”
I flipped her on her belly and replanted my cock deep in her, it’d been decades since I’d been a man, I’d forgotten how primal things felt. She struggled weakly through her drugged and drunken stupor that she’d inflicted in me. I get strong, I felt unstoppable. I picked her up and grabbed her neck as I plowed. The new Chelsea felt light and small in my arms as I impaled her repeatedly.
He would have liked what I did to this cock. My excitement crested. I felt my release coming. I hoped he got pregnant, I’d love for him to have to figure that out I thought as I forced myself far deeper than I thought possible.
Below, in my arms above the ground, the new Chelsea whimpered through a mixture of pleasure mingled with the pain of how hard I just fucked her. My seed began to spill out of her. This felt good, I forgot how nice it was to be so forcibly in control.
I threw my body in a limp tangle onto the bed and went to shower. I came out and she was still half awake in the bed struggling to figure out what was going on and to my surprise I fet myself getting hard again. “One more fuck to remember this by…” I said as I dropped my towel and gave my new thick meat a shake.
It felt so good, each throb a step upward in how excited I was, each throb I was bigger, the weight of my manhood pulling against me in a strange new way. She looked at me wide eyed as she dealt with the consequences of her actions.