"Ugghhh... What-..." Rich said groggily as he regained consciousness. Just moments ago, he had been sitting at his desk bored out of his mind during his usual night shift. After suddenly blacking out, he woke up to find himself laying on a bed inside some log cabin... somewhere. His head spun in a daze. Where was he? Why was it suddenly daylight outside? And why did he feel so strange?
Crawling towards the bed's headboard to help support his disoriented body, Rich began slowly regaining his awareness. He was first confused by the strands of long, vibrantly red hair which obstructed his vision. Where had it come from? He was a balding, middle-aged man, after all. Then, feeling the cool air on his sensitive skin, he realized he was naked for some reason. There was a very heavy weight pulling down on his chest that shifted as he crawled, and he noticed his crotch felt very... different.
Reaching out and grabbing the headboard, Rich was surprised by his hand's dainty, manicured fingers. On both of his slender forearms were several ornate bracelets which looked similar to something his ex-wife would wear. As he braced himself against the bedframe and lifted himself upright, the strange masses on his chest shifted once again and finally forced him to look down at himself. Rich's eyes shot wide open at the sight of two massive breasts adorning his chest. The fact he could feel his long hair tickling over the two large mounds made it all the more real to him.
He was suddenly fully awake.
"What the fu—" he said, the unfamiliarity of his own voice cutting the words short. It sounded like a voice that belonged to some high-maintenance, west-coast bimbo. And with the girly nails, gaudy jewelry, and tits as big as canteloupes, that was a fair assessment. It all started clicking inside Rich's head, but there was still one thing he needed to check. Rich twisted his shoulders and looked back at the rest of his body. A pair of floral panties stretched around his wide, motherly hips and tightly contoured his rear. His legs were shapely, soft, and completely hairless. On his feet were a pair of high heels that Rich hadn't even realized he was wearing.
Ever so slowly, Rich snaked a hand over his curvaceous butt and under the waistband of his panties, his thumb catching on it and pulling it down past his hips. Immediately upon slipping inside, his fingertips were met with a warm dampness that coated his soft skin as well as the fabric of his underwear. He pressed his palm firmly against his bubbly ass to allow his fingers to probe further, but quickly realized he didn't need to. Right around where his balls should've been, he found a pair of sensitive lips that were so dripping wet, his fingers accidentally slipped inside!
A profound moan of pleasure came from Rich's plump lips as he felt two fingers plunge effortlessly into the new orifice between his legs. New muscles instinctively squeezed the intruding fingers as he quickly pulled them out, causing him to emit yet another whorish moan.
"Holy shit," Rich said in a voice trembling from pleasure. As weirded out as he still was by this whole situation, he couldn't stop his soaked fingers from dancing along the folds of his new pussy, eager to venture inside again. It was undeniable now. If having tits larger than his ex-wife's hadn't been enough, feeling his fingers inside himself had confirmed it: he was a woman now. A very horny woman, at that.
And fuck, did it feel good.
With more caution than before, Rich slipped two fingers into his new vagina. They were barely enough to fill his aching hole, but feeling them thrust in and out of him was still enough to make his eyes roll back in pleasure. His hand slapped against his bouncing rear as he began desperately finger-fucking himself.
"Mmm~ fuck yes," he said in a sultry tone.
"Babe? What are you doing?" a masculine voice suddenly called out. Rich looked over at the closed door the voice had come from and froze, his hand still under his panties.
"I told you not to start without me!" he continued. Rich didn't utter a reply to the disembodied voice, frozen by shock and fear. The only sound in the room now was his own heavy panting.
During the couple seconds of silence, Rich felt anxiety fill his heaving chest. Switching to a more comfortable position, he sat with his back against the headboard as his thoughts went wild. Who was this man he was sharing a cabin with? Was he this woman's husband; the woman (whoever she was) whose body he was somehow stuck in? Looking at his hand, Rich saw a wedding band on his finger and confirmed that hypothesis. And what the man said: "I told you not to start without me." Rich gulped at the realization. This couple was just about to have sex before Rich was put into the wife's body!
Rich could feel his heart pounding in his chest. This was insane! He couldn't have sex with a man! He was a man! He felt his pulse start to race, but not for the reasons he believed. Instead of a surge of adrenaline to help him run away from this crazy situation, he felt a surge of heat in his pussy. Rich couldn't believe it. Why wasn't he getting up and running away from this crazy situation?! But eventually, he understood that while he may not have wanted to have sex, the body he was inside desperately wanted to.
Slowly, Rich's hands moved down his tummy and slipped once more under his soaked panties. Just feeling his fingertips passively brush over the damp lips of his pussy was better than anything he'd felt previously as a man. Rich still tried to resist his body's lust with all his might, but when his fingertips eventually found his new clitoris, all resistance quickly melted away. He focused his fingers on that little nub and felt his toes curling from the pleasure it produced. Biting his lip, he suppressed his moans as best he could.
After becoming familiar with what a couple dainty fingers felt like, Rich couldn't help but wonder to himself: how much better must an actual cock feel? As his fingertips rubbed his dripping wet folds, he couldn't deny how badly he wanted to get pinned down and fucked. He found it impossible to suppress the images of cocks and sex that invaded his mind. Ultimately, he could only hope that the man in the other room lived up to the expectations of her fantasies.
As if on cue, Rich heard a doorknob turn and opened his eyes. He looked over to see a tall man standing in the open doorway. He was handsome, very muscular, and was wearing extremely tight briefs which nicely accentuated the massive package kept concealed underneath. Of course, the only thing Rich was focused on was the latter-most characteristic.
"Angie, you know I don't like when my kitten starts playing without me," the man said. Locking eyes with his wife in the eyes, he slowly slid his underwear down and allowed his massive cock to spring free. He then gripped the shaft in his hand and started pumping it, smiling as he watched his wife's reaction. "Looks like I'll have to discipline you."
Angie could only stare at him, frozen with her hands still shoved between her spread legs, her hot pussy gushing between her fingers. Finally, she opened her drooling mouth to speak.
"I don't fucking care," she said, panting erotically. "Do whatever you want to me~."
Her husband smiled. "That's what I like to hear."
Before she knew it, he was on top of her. He pulled her drenched panties right off and spread her thighs as far apart as they'd go. The heat coming from her pussy was unbearable—she desperately needed this. Finally, she felt the tip of her husband's glorious cock press against her wet lips and nearly came. As the whole length then slowly slid inside her and began filling her desperately empty pussy, she cried out and closed her eyes in a beautiful orgasmic bliss.
After experiencing countless orgasms and more pleasure than she'd ever thought possible, "Angie" collapsed exhausted onto the sheets, feeling her husband's hot cum dripping from her pussy. As she caught her breath, her husband got out of bed and collapsed in one of the cabin's sofas, equally winded. He turned on the TV, and after a couple seconds, he called to his wife.
"Honey, are you seeing this?"
Coming to her husband's side, Angie saw that the same thing was being broadcasted on all stations. There was world-wide mass hysteria caused by something they were calling "The Great Shift".
"Isn't that crazy?" her husband said. "They're saying at least half the population were affected."
"Yeah, that is crazy..." Angie said.
"Like, you're just at work or something, and then BOOM, you're suddenly in some completely different person's body—potentially halfway across the world! Could you imagine that?"
Angie concealed a smile.
"Not in a million years, babe."
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Just wanted to make a note that the title was supposed to be "(Great) Shift Change", but unfortunately, parentheses aren't supported in the title text :( So I had to go with "A Great Shift Change", which is at least still kinda punny. Anyways, hope you enjoyed!