Not Really a Girls Only Trip Part 1 (Requested by Saasianer)

Ava, a slender brunette with piercing green eyes, stood in her brother Elijah's room, her hands on her hips. Elijah, a muscular blond with a rugged charm, looked up from his video game, his eyes meeting hers. "Yeah, Ava? What's up?"

"Elijah, I have a favor to ask," Ava began, her voice sweet and persuasive. "I'm going on a girls' trip with my friends, and we need someone strong to carry the luggage. I thought maybe you could lend us your body for the trip."

Elijah raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Lend you my body? That sounds like an interesting proposal. What's in it for me?"

Ava bit her lip, her eyes flickering with a hint of mischief. "Well, how about I take care of you for a week? I'll cook, clean, do your laundry, and maybe even give you a massage or two."

Elijah chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Alright, Ava. You've got a deal. But only if you promise to keep your end of the bargain."

Ava grinned, extending her hand. "Deal. We'll swap bodies tomorrow morning."

The next day, Elijah woke up in Ava's body, feeling awkward and out of place. He looked down at his new curves, his hands tracing the soft skin. He heard Ava's voice calling out from the bathroom, and he walked in to see her looking at herself in the mirror, a grin spreading across her face.

"Well, well, well," she said, her eyes scanning her new body. "Let's see what you can do with this, Elijah."

Ava, now in Elijah's body, packed her bags and headed out with her friends. The trip started out innocently enough, but as the days went by, Ava could feel the tension building. Her friends were always flirting with her, their hands lingering a little too long, their eyes filled with desire.

One night, as they sat around the campfire, Ava's friend Emma leaned in close, her breath hot on Ava's ear. "You know, Ava, we've been thinking. We could use a little fun on this trip. And we think you're just the man for the job."

Ava felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked around at her friends, their eyes filled with lust and anticipation. She knew what they wanted, and she was more than willing to give it to them.

"What did you have in mind?" Ava asked, her voice low and sultry.

Emma smiled, her hand reaching up to caress Ava's cheek. "We thought maybe you could fuck us. All of us. One by one, or all at once. Whatever you want."

Ava felt a surge of heat between her legs, her cock hardening at the thought. She leaned in, capturing Emma's lips in a passionate kiss. The other girls watched, their eyes wide with excitement, their bodies already trembling with desire.

Ava broke the kiss, her eyes scanning the group. "And who says I can't have a little fun with the guys too?" she asked, her voice filled with mischief.

The girls exchanged glances, grinning at each other. "We were hoping you'd say that," Emma replied, her hand reaching down to stroke Ava's growing cock.

The first to join in was Lucy, a petite girl with big blue eyes. She straddled Ava, her hands gripping her hips as she ground herself against her. Ava could feel the heat of her pussy through her shorts, and she groaned, her hands reaching up to cup Lucy's breasts.

"Fuck, Lucy," Ava moaned, her hips bucking up against her. "You're so fucking hot."

Lucy smiled, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. "And you're so fucking big," she purred, her hand reaching down to stroke Ava's cock through her shorts.

Emma and the other girls watched, their hands already busy with their own desires. Ava could see their fingers moving between their legs, their breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

Ava reached up, pulling Lucy's top off and tossing it to the side. She leaned in, her mouth capturing one of Lucy's nipples, sucking and nibbling on it until Lucy was moaning and writhing against her.

"Oh, fuck, Ava," Lucy gasped, her hips moving faster now. "I need your cock inside me. Please, I need it so bad."

Ava grinned, her hands moving to Lucy's shorts, pulling them off and tossing them aside. She flipped Lucy onto her back, her mouth moving down to her pussy, licking and sucking until Lucy was screaming her name.

"Please, Ava," Lucy begged, her hips bucking against Ava's mouth. "Fuck me. I need your cock inside me."

Ava looked up, her eyes meeting Lucy's. "You want my cock, Lucy? You want me to fuck you with it?"

Lucy nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, please. I want it so bad."

Ava positioned herself between Lucy's legs, her cock rubbing against her pussy. "Say it, Lucy," she demanded. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."

Lucy looked up at Ava, her eyes filled with desire. "I want you to fuck me, Ava. I want your cock inside me. Please, fuck me."

Ava groaned, her hips thrusting forward, her cock sliding into Lucy's pussy with a wet, sucking sound. Lucy moaned, her hips moving in time with Ava's, their bodies coming together in a rhythm that was both desperate and urgent.

"Fuck, Lucy," Ava moaned, her hips moving faster now. "Your pussy feels so fucking good. So tight and wet and hot."

Lucy wrapped her legs around Ava's waist, her arms around her neck, her nails digging into her back. "Harder, Ava," she gasped. "Fuck me harder. I want to feel every inch of your cock inside me."

Ava obliged, her hips moving faster and harder, their bodies slapping together with a wet, smacking sound. Lucy's moans filled the air, her body trembling with each thrust.

"Oh, fuck, Ava," she gasped. "I'm going to come. Oh, fuck, I'm going to come."

Ava felt Lucy's pussy tighten around her cock, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. She groaned, her own orgasm building inside her, ready to explode.

"Fuck, Lucy," she gasped, her hips moving faster now. "I'm going to come. I'm going to come inside you."

Lucy looked up at Ava, her eyes filled with desire. "Yes, Ava. Come inside me. Fill me with your cum. I want to feel it inside me."

Ava groaned, her hips moving faster now, her cock throbbing inside Lucy's pussy. She felt her orgasm building, her body tensing with the force of it.

"Fuck, Lucy," she gasped. "I'm coming. I'm coming inside you."

Her body shuddered, her cock pulsing as she came, filling Lucy's pussy with her hot, sticky cum. Lucy moaned, her body convulsing with her own orgasm, their bodies coming together in a final, desperate thrust.

Ava collapsed on top of Lucy, their bodies slick with sweat, their breath coming in short gasps. She looked up, her eyes meeting Emma's, a grin spreading across her face.

"Who's next?" she asked, her voice filled with mischief.

Emma smiled, her eyes filled with lust. "I think it's my turn, don't you?"

Ava grinned, her eyes scanning the group. "I think it's all of your turns," she said, her voice low and sultry. "And I think I'm just getting started."

His Pregnant Aunt (Request)

Robby, a lanky 18-year-old with a mop of sandy hair and bright blue eyes, stepped off the plane in Florida, the sun already beating down on his shoulders. He was met by his aunt Drea, her belly swollen with child, and her husband Steven. Drea, even with her pregnant frame, was strikingly beautiful, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkling with warmth.

"Robby, welcome!" she exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug. "We're so glad to have you here."

Over the next few days, Robby and Drea bonded over long conversations, shared laughter, and even a few tears. Drea, intrigued by Robby's plans to explore the country before starting college, revealed her own adventurous spirit, sharing stories of her youth.

One evening, as they sat on the porch, the night air thick with humidity, Drea leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Robby, I have an idea. Why don't we swap bodies for a night? It'll be a new experience for both of us."

Robby stared at her, taken aback. "Are you serious? How would that even work?"

Drea chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, I have my ways. Trust me, it'll be fun."

That night, after Steven had gone to bed, Drea led Robby to her study, a room filled with books, candles, and an air of magic. She pulled out a small, intricately designed box, opened it to reveal a vial of shimmering liquid. "Drink this, and we'll swap."

Robby hesitated, then shrugged, taking the vial and downing its contents. The world spun, colors blurred, and when his vision cleared, he was looking down at a pregnant belly. He gasped, his hands trembling as he felt the strange, new body.

"Welcome to my world, Robby," Drea said, her voice now coming from his own mouth. "Enjoy your night in my body."

Robby barely slept, his mind racing with the surreal experience. When he awoke, he found Drea gone, a note left in her place. "Had to continue your trip, Robby. Enjoy the adventure! - Drea."

He sighed, a strange mix of excitement and dread coursing through him. At least he had a new perspective on life, and a new body to explore. He decided to make the most of it, seeing where this unexpected journey took him.

The next few days were a blur of new sensations. He experienced the discomfort of pregnancy, the constant need to pee, and the strange, almost primal connection to the life growing inside him. But there was also an unexpected pleasure in it, a heightened sensitivity that made every touch, every sensation more intense.

One evening, as he sat alone in the living room, Steven walked in, his eyes widening in surprise. "Drea? What are you doing out of bed?"

Robby, in Drea's body, smiled, feeling a strange thrill at the deception. "Just couldn't sleep, Steven. Thought I'd come downstairs for a bit."

Steven smiled back, his gaze lingering on Robby's body. "You're looking beautiful tonight, honey. Even with the pregnancy glow."

Robby felt a flush of pleasure at the compliment, his heart pounding. "Thank you, Steven. That's sweet of you to say."

Steven sat down next to him, his hand resting on Robby's knee. "You know, I've always admired your strength, Drea. Carrying our baby, working so hard... you're amazing."

Robby's breath hitched, feeling a sudden, intense need. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Steven's. The kiss was soft, tentative at first, then deepened, their tongues meeting in a dance of desire.

Steven pulled back, his eyes dark with lust. "Drea, are you sure about this?"

Robby nodded, his voice a husky whisper. "Yes, Steven. I want this. I want you."

Steven stood, taking Robby's hand and leading him to the bedroom. He undressed Robby slowly, his fingers tracing the curves of her pregnant body, his touch igniting a fire within her.

He started with a kiss, soft and gentle on her lips, then moved to her neck, his teeth nipping lightly at her skin. Robby moaned, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer.

Steven moved lower, his tongue circling her nipples, sucking and biting until they were hard and aching. Robby's breath came in gasps, her body writhing beneath him.

His hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her belly, then slipping between her legs. He found her wet and ready, his fingers sliding easily inside her. Robby moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.

"You're so wet, Drea. So ready for me," Steven murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Robby nodded, her voice a desperate plea. "Please, Steven. I need you."

Steven complied, positioning himself between her legs. He entered her slowly, their bodies fitting together perfectly. Robby moaned, her nails digging into his back as he began to move.

They started in the missionary position, Steven's thrusts slow and deep. Robby looked into his eyes, her voice a soft moan. "Harder, Steven. I need more."

Steven obliged, his thrusts becoming faster, harder. The bed creaked beneath them, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was both primal and intimate.

Robby reached up, her hands gripping the headboard as Steven pounded into her. The pleasure was intense, building with each thrust, each moan.

Steven rolled them over, putting Robby on top. She straddled him, her hands braced on his chest as she began to ride him. The new angle hit her differently, and she cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure.

"Faster, Drea. Ride me faster," Steven groaned, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements.

Robby complied, her body moving in a frenzied dance, chasing the elusive edge of orgasm. Steven reached up, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with her movements.

The combination sent Robby over the edge. She threw her head back, a cry of pure ecstasy escaping her lips as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Steven followed soon after, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he came inside her.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Robby looked down at Steven, a smile playing on her lips. "That was... amazing."

Steven smiled back, his hand tracing the curve of her belly. "It was, Drea. It really was."

The next morning, Robby woke up to find Steven gone, a note left in his place. "Had to go to work, Drea. Enjoy your day. - Steven."

Robby sighed, a mix of contentment and sadness washing over him. He was enjoying this new body, this new life, but he also missed his own. He decided then that he would make the most of this experience, wherever it took him.

The days that followed were a mix of pleasure and discovery. Robby explored his new body, his new sensations, and his new role as Drea. He felt a connection to the life growing inside him, a sense of wonder and awe that he had never expected.

And through it all, there was Steven, always there to support him, to love him, to pleasure him. They explored each other's bodies, each other's desires, each other's souls. And in doing so, they formed a bond that was deeper, stronger, and more beautiful than either of them had ever imagined.

Jay's Adventures as a Shapeshifter Part 1

Jay's room was bathed in the soft glow of his laptop screen, the familiar sounds of his favorite pornstar, Brandi Love, filling the air. He had just turned eighteen, and tonight, he discovered something extraordinary. As he stroked his cock while watching Brandi, he felt a strange sensation. His dick began to shrink, and to his utter shock, it morphed into the pink, velvety folds of Brandi Love's pussy.

He stared in disbelief, his hand still cupped between his legs, now holding a replica of Brandi's intimate area. He tentatively touched it, feeling the softness and warmth. It felt real, and the sensations were intoxicating. Jay decided to explore this new ability, closing his eyes and picturing Brandi in his mind. Slowly, his body began to change. His muscles shifted, his frame shrank, and his skin softened. He opened his eyes to see his reflection in the mirror, now a perfect replica of Brandi Love.

Jay, now Brandi, ran his hands over his new body, marveling at the transformation. He touched his breasts, feeling their fullness, and then moved his hand down to his pussy, rubbing it gently. The sensation was electric, and he felt arousal building within him. He lay back on his bed, spreading his legs and touching himself more firmly. His hips began to move in a rhythm, his fingers circling his clit, and he let out a soft moan.

"Fuck, this feels so good," he murmured to himself, his voice now Brandi's sultry tone. He slid a finger inside himself, feeling the wetness, and then added another. He fucked himself with his fingers, his breath coming in gasps. "Yes, yes," he moaned, his hips moving faster. "Fuck me, just like that."

He imagined a lover on top of him, their cock sliding in and out of his pussy. The fantasy intensified his pleasure, and he could feel the orgasm building. "Harder," he cried out, his body tensing. "Fuck me harder." His fingers moved faster, and he came with a scream, his body convulsing with pleasure.

Exhausted and satiated, Jay lay there, basking in the afterglow. He had discovered a new world of pleasure, and he couldn't wait to explore it further.

Becoming her Asian teacher.

Hazel, a 20-year-old American girl, had always been fascinated by Japanese culture and language. She was enrolled in a Japanese language course taught by the stunning Mrs. Hatsumi Tanaka, a 35-year-old Japanese Asian milf. Every year, their college hosted a body swap initiative, where students randomly swapped bodies with someone else in the university, regardless of age, gender, or race. Due to an uneven number of participants, Hazel found herself in the body of Mrs. Hatsumi Tanaka.

The main rule of the swap was to live as the other person and not reveal the swap to anyone close to them. Hazel was delighted to be in the body of Mrs. Tanaka, who had a much more mature body than hers. Hazel had always felt self-conscious about her small breasts, while Mrs. Tanaka had voluptuous, firm tits that Hazel couldn't help but admire. She reveled in the feeling of her new curves, running her hands over her ample cleavage and smooth, soft skin.

One day, while exploring Mrs. Tanaka's wardrobe, Hazel discovered a red lingerie set. She decided to try it on, admiring her reflection in the mirror. She felt incredibly sexy and decided to indulge in some self-pleasure. Just as she began to touch herself, the bedroom door creaked open, and Mr. Tanaka walked in.

He was taken aback but quickly recovered, his eyes lingering on his wife's body clad in the provocative lingerie. "Hatsumi, you look stunning," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. Hazel, caught off guard, decided to play along. She couldn't refuse her new husband, and besides, she was curious about what he would do to her.

Mr. Tanaka approached her, his hands gently caressing her shoulders and sliding down to her curves. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. He kissed her neck, his tongue tracing the delicate line of her collarbone. Hazel shivered with pleasure, her body responding to his touch.

He cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples through the lace. Hazel moaned softly, her head tilting back to give him better access. Mr. Tanaka took the cue, his mouth capturing a nipple, sucking and teasing it until it was hard and aching. Hazel's breath hitched, her hands gripping his hair.

He trailed kisses down her stomach, his hands sliding the lingerie off her hips. Hazel stepped out of it, standing naked before him. Mr. Tanaka looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust, before burying his face between her thighs. He licked her pussy, his tongue expertly circling her clit. Hazel gasped, her legs trembling. "Oh, yes, right there," she moaned, her hands gripping the headboard for support.

Mr. Tanaka continued to lavish attention on her pussy, his fingers joining his tongue. He slipped one finger inside her, then another, pumping them in and out as his tongue worked her clit. Hazel's moans grew louder, her body writhing with pleasure. "Yes, yes, don't stop," she panted.

Just as she was about to come, Mr. Tanaka pulled back. Hazel looked down at him, her eyes glazed with desire. "Not yet," he said, a wicked grin on his face. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

He stood up, his cock hard and ready. Hazel licked her lips, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She kneeled before him, taking his cock in her hand. She stroked it slowly, her tongue licking the tip. Mr. Tanaka groaned, his hips bucking slightly. Hazel took him into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. She could feel his cock hitting the back of her throat, and she relaxed, taking him deeper.

Mr. Tanaka groaned, his hands gripping her hair. "Fuck, Hatsumi, that feels amazing," he said. Hazel looked up at him, her eyes watering slightly from the depth. She continued to suck him, her hand stroking the base of his cock.

After a few minutes, Mr. Tanaka pulled her up. "I need to be inside you," he said, his voice hoarse with need. He laid her down on the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her pussy, teasing her. Hazel writhed, her hips lifting to meet him. "Please, I need you inside me," she begged.

Mr. Tanaka obliged, sliding his cock into her slowly. Hazel moaned, her body adjusting to his size. He started moving, his hips thrusting against hers. "You feel so good," he murmured, his hands gripping her hips. Hazel wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his back. "Yes, yes, fuck me," she moaned.

They changed positions, Mr. Tanaka sitting on the edge of the bed, Hazel straddling him. She rode him, her hands on his chest for support. Mr. Tanaka watched her, his eyes locked onto hers. "You look so sexy riding my cock," he said, his voice thick with lust. Hazel leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest. She kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth.

They changed positions again, this time with Hazel on her hands and knees. Mr. Tanaka knelt behind her, his cock sliding into her from behind. He gripped her hips, his hands guiding her movements. Hazel pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts. "Faster," she moaned. "Fuck me faster."

Mr. Tanaka complied, his hips slamming against hers. Hazel's moans filled the room, her body tensing as her orgasm approached. Mr. Tanaka could feel her tightening around him, and he thrust harder, faster. "Come for me, Hatsumi," he growled. "Come all over my cock."

Hazel cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm washed over her. Mr. Tanaka followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he came inside her. They collapsed on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged.

"That was amazing," Hazel said, her voice soft. Mr. Tanaka pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her. "Yes, it was," he agreed, a satisfied smile on his face.

The Curse (Requested by Lady Stardust)

Ethan awoke to the unfamiliar sounds of birds chirping outside an open window. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight filtering into the room. The last he remembered, he was backpacking through India, exploring the vibrant colors and chaos of Delhi. Now, he found himself in a small village, lying in a bed that smelled of jasmine and sandalwood.

His body felt different, softer, more rounded. He looked down and saw a saree draped over his body, hiding the curves beneath. He hesitated, then pulled back the fabric to reveal smooth, dark skin. His hands, once tanned from the sun, were now a rich brown. He felt a panic rise within him as he realized he was no longer in his own body. Memories came flooding back to him, he remembered he was now in the body of Apeksha, a wife and a mother to a kid. This all happened due to a curse, given by the Old Indian Lady, who Ethan taunted and made fun of because she had a hunchback.
The old lady cursed him saying, "Ye meri peeth saalon sei kaam karke aisi hui hai, ab tumhe bhi aisa hee kaam karna hoga, tab tumhe samjhega ki ek Bhartiya naari ka dard kya hota hai"

(Translation: "This hunchback of mine, is because of me working for years. Now you will have to experience this, then you will understand the pain of an Indian woman.")

Ethan looked around the house, trying to take in his new surroundings. He saw a young boy playing with toys in the corner and realized that he was Apeksha's son.

"Karan," Ethan said, walking over to the boy.

The boy looked up at him and smiled. "Mummy!" he said, running over and hugging him.

Ethan hugged him back, feeling a pang of emotion. He was now responsible for this child, and he needed to do everything he could to adapt to his new life.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. "Apeksha, are you awake?" called a deep voice from outside. Ethan froze, his mind racing. Apeksha? This was now his new name the woman whose body he now inhabited.

"Yes, I am awake," he called out, his voice sounding strange, higher pitched than he was used to. The door creaked open, and a tall, muscular Indian man stepped in. He was dressed in a simple dhoti, his eyes warm and kind.

"Good morning, Apeksha," he said, smiling. "I hope you slept well."

Ethan managed a smile, though it felt awkward on his new face. "Good morning, Rajesh," he replied, using the name that seemed to fit the man. "I did, thank you."

Rajesh sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes scanning Ethan's face. "You look different today," he said softly. "More beautiful than ever."

Ethan blushed, feeling a warmth spread through him. He wasn't sure how to respond, so he simply smiled again. Rajesh leaned in, his hand reaching up to cup Ethan's cheek. "I've missed you," he said, his voice low.

Ethan felt a flutter in his stomach. He was attracted to Rajesh, he realized. It was strange, being in this body, feeling these new sensations. But there was something comforting about Rajesh's touch, something familiar.

"I've missed you too," Ethan replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Rajesh's hand slid down to Ethan's neck, his thumb brushing against Ethan's pulse. Ethan could feel his heartbeat quicken, his breath coming in shorter gasps.

"I want to kiss you," Rajesh said, his eyes never leaving Ethan's. Ethan nodded, leaning in to meet Rajesh's lips. The kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration. But it quickly deepened, becoming more passionate. Ethan could feel Rajesh's hands roaming over his body, caressing his curves, making him feel things he'd never felt before.

"Rajesh," Ethan said, turning around to face him. "I...I am not sure how to do this."

Rajesh looked at him, concern in his eyes. "Do what, my love?"

Ethan took a deep breath. "I am not sure how to be a wife to you," he admitted.

Rajesh smiled and cupped his face in his hands. "It is okay, Apeksha. We will learn together. Let me show you."

Ethan felt a shiver of anticipation run through him. He knew that this was going to be a journey of discovery, of learning to embrace a new identity. And he was ready for it.

Over the next few weeks, Ethan began to adapt to his new life. He learned to cook traditional Indian meals, to wear the saree with grace, to speak the language with fluency. But he also learned about the intimate side of being Apeksha.

One evening, after a long day of household chores, Ethan found himself alone with Rajesh. The children were asleep, and the house was quiet. Rajesh approached Ethan, his eyes filled with desire.

"I want you," he said, his voice a low growl. Ethan felt a heat rise within him, a longing he couldn't deny.

"I want you too," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Rajesh reached out, his hands gently cupping Ethan's breasts. Ethan gasped, feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot through him.

"You're so beautiful," Rajesh murmured, his thumbs brushing over Ethan's nipples. Ethan could feel them hardening beneath his touch, could feel a warmth spreading through his body.

"Show me," Ethan whispered, his voice filled with need. Rajesh smiled, his hands dropping to the hem of Ethan's saree. He lifted it slowly, revealing Ethan's body inch by inch. Ethan felt a shiver of anticipation, could feel his heart racing.

Rajesh knelt before Ethan, his hands tracing the curves of Ethan's hips, his thighs. Ethan could feel his breath hot on his skin, could feel the dampness between his legs. Rajesh leaned in, his tongue licking a slow path up Ethan's inner thigh. Ethan gasped, his hands fisting in Rajesh's hair.

"Yes," he whispered, his voice filled with pleasure. Rajesh's tongue found Ethan's clit, licking and sucking until Ethan was writhing with need. "More," he begged, his voice a low moan.

Rajesh complied, his fingers sliding into Ethan's wetness. Ethan could feel them curling inside him, could feel the pleasure building. "Fuck me," he gasped, his body arching off the bed.

Rajesh slipped his fingers out, replaced them with his cock. Ethan could feel it, hard and hot, pressing against him. He wrapped his legs around Rajesh's waist, pulling him in. Rajesh slid into him, slow and steady, filling him completely.

Ethan could feel the pleasure building, could feel the heat spreading through him. He could hear Rajesh's breath coming in short gasps, could feel his body trembling. "Harder," he begged, his voice a low moan.

Rajesh complied, his thrusts becoming faster, more urgent. Ethan could feel the pleasure building, could feel his body tensing. "Yes," he gasped, his body arching off the bed. "Yes, yes, yes."

His orgasm hit him like a wave, washing over him, consuming him. He could hear Rajesh's cry of pleasure, could feel his body shuddering as he came. They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Over time, Ethan began to embrace his new life. He learned to love the feel of the saree against his skin, the taste of spicy curries, the sound of Rajesh's voice, he loved being a mother to Karan. He learned to love the way Rajesh looked at him, with desire and affection in his eyes. He learned to love the way Rajesh touched him, with tenderness and passion.

He learned to love being Apeksha, to love being a wife, a mother, a lover. And he knew, with a certainty he couldn't explain, that this was where he was meant to be. This was his home, his family, his life. 

I think I have some more ideas.

Devin, a 19-year-old black university student, sat in the park, sulking. His mom, Jazmine, a 42-year-old curvaceous black woman, had always been cruel to him, never letting him live his life fully. An old witch, overhearing his complaints, offered him a magic spell that allowed him to swap bodies upon reciting it. Intrigued, Devin attempted the spell, but nothing happened. Discouraged, he went to sleep.

Waking up, Devin found himself in an unfamiliar room. Looking down, he saw two voluptuous mounds of flesh - his mom's breasts. He inspected her body, trying on different outfits. Feeling aroused, he began to masturbate, and with each orgasm, he gained more of Jazmine's memories.

Devin decided to call his best friend, Aaron, also 19. Aaron was puzzled why Devin's mom wanted to see him, but he went to the house anyway. Opening the door, he found Jazmine - or rather, Devin in Jazmine's body - wearing nothing but lingerie.

"Aaron," Devin purred, running a hand through his hair. "I've been waiting for you."

Aaron blinked, taken aback. "Devin? What's going on?"

"I'll explain later," Devin said, pulling Aaron closer. "Right now, I need you to do something for me."

Aaron hesitated, but Devin's touch was insistent. He leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft kiss that deepened into a passionate French kiss. Devin ran his fingers through Aaron's hair, pulling him closer.

"You like that, don't you?" Devin murmured, nibbling on Aaron's earlobe. Aaron nodded, a low moan escaping his lips.

Devin led Aaron to the bedroom, pushing him onto the bed. He straddled Aaron, grinding against him, feeling his cock harden beneath him.

"You want this, don't you?" Devin asked, unbuttoning Aaron's shirt. Aaron nodded, his breath coming in short gasps.

Devin slipped off his lingerie, revealing his curvaceous body. Aaron's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Devin's voluptuous figure. Devin smiled, running a hand down his chest to his cock, stroking it slowly.

"Come here," Devin said, pulling Aaron closer. Devin leaned in, taking Aaron's cock into his mouth. Aaron moaned, throwing his head back, his hips bucking against Devin's mouth.

"That feels so good," Devin groaned. "But I want more. I want you inside me."

Aaron looked up, surprised. "Are you sure?"

Devin nodded. "Yes. I want to feel you inside me."

Aaron positioned himself between Devin's legs, rubbing the head of his cock against Devin's wet pussy. Devin moaned, arching his back, urging Aaron to enter him.

Aaron pushed in slowly, Devin gasping at the sensation. "Yes, that's it," Devin (Jazmine) moaned. "Deeper, harder."

Aaron began to move, his cock sliding in and out of Devin's tight pussy. Devin gripped the sheets, his nails digging into the material as Aaron picked up the pace.

"Yes, yes, yes," Devin chanted, his body writhing with pleasure. "Fuck me, Aaron. Fuck me harde

Aaron complied, his hips slamming against Devin's ass. Devin moaned, his body trembling with each thrust.

"I'm close," Devin gasped. "I'm going to come."

Aaron reached between them, rubbing Devin's clit as he continued to thrust. Devin cried out, his body convulsing as he came, his pussy clenching around Aaron's cock.

Aaron groaned, his own orgasm following close behind. He pulled out, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum spilling onto Devin's stomach.

They lay there for a moment, panting, before Devin turned to Aaron, a wicked smile on his face.

"That was just the beginning," Devin said. "I've got a lot more in store for you."

Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?"

Devin grinned. "How about we try something new? How about I ride you?"

Aaron nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "I'm game if you are."

Devin climbed on top of Aaron, positioning himself over Aaron's cock. He slipped it inside, gasping at the sensation. He moved slowly at first, his hips rolling as he found his rhythm.

"You like that, don't you?" Devin asked, leaning down to kiss Aaron. Aaron moaned, his hands gripping Devin's hips as he thrust up to meet Devin's movements.

"Yes," Aaron groaned. "You feel amazing."

Devin smiled, speeding up, his body bouncing on Aaron's cock. "You like that? You like seeing me ride you?"

Aaron nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, yes, I do."

Devin leaned back, his hands on his knees, giving Aaron a full view of his body. Aaron groaned, his eyes dark with desire as he watched Devin ride him.

"You like that, don't you?" Devin taunted. "You like seeing my tits bounce as I ride your cock."

Aaron nodded, his hands moving to grip Devin's breasts, squeezing them as Devin continued to ride him.

"Yes, yes, I do," Aaron gasped. "I love it."

Devin smiled, leaning forward to kiss Aaron again. Their bodies moved together, their breaths coming in sync as they chased their next orgasm.

They switched positions again, this time Devin on all fours, Aaron behind him. Aaron gripped Devin's hips, slamming into him from behind. Devin moaned, his body pushing back to meet Aaron's thrusts.

"Yes, yes, yes," Devin chanted. "Fuck me, Aaron. Fuck me hard."

Aaron complied, his hips slamming against Devin's ass, his cock sliding in and out of Devin's wet pussy. Devin moaned, his body trembling with each thrust, his orgasm building quickly.

"I'm close," Devin gasped. "I'm going to come again."

Aaron reached around, rubbing Devin's clit as he continued to thrust. Devin cried out, his body convulsing as he came, his pussy clenching around Aaron's cock.

Aaron groaned, his own orgasm following close behind. He pulled out, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum spilling onto Devin's back.

They collapsed onto the bed, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Devin turned to Aaron, a satisfied smile on his face.

"That was amazing," Devin said. "Thank you, Aaron. I needed that."

Aaron smiled back, his hand reaching out to stroke Devin's cheek. "Anytime, Devin. Anytime."

They lay there for a moment, their bodies pressed together, before Devin (Jazmine) turned to Aaron, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"You know what?" Devin (Jazmine) said. "I think I have some more ideas."