The air in Kevin’s basement was thick with the scent of stale pizza and the faint musk of teenage sweat, but Jay barely noticed. His fingers dug into the armrest of the worn-out couch, his knuckles white as he stared at the ceiling, his mind a storm of conflicting thoughts. Camila’s moans. Miguel’s hands on his hips. The way his own body had betrayed him, arching into the touch, begging for more. He swallowed hard, his throat dry. He wasn’t gay. He couldn’t be. But then why had his cock throbbed so hard when Miguel had.
“Dude, you’re gonna wear a hole in my floor if you keep pacing like that,” Kevin’s voice cut through his spiraling thoughts, pulling him back to reality. Jay blinked, realizing he’d been standing in the middle of the room, his hands clenched into fists. Kevin was sprawled across the couch, a half-eaten bag of chips in his lap, his dark brown eyes flicking between Jay and the TV screen where some mindless action movie played on mute. “You’ve been like this since you got here. What’s eating you?”
Jay exhaled sharply, running a hand through his messy hair. “Nothing. Just… thinking.”
Kevin snorted, tossing a chip into his mouth. “Yeah, thinking. You look like you’re about to throw up. Or punch something. Or both.” He sat up, swinging his legs off the couch. “Spill it, man. You know I’ve got your back.”
Jay hesitated. He did know that. Kevin was the one person he could trust—hell, he’d already seen Jay shift into himself before, for God’s sake. The memory of that night flashed through his mind—Kevin’s hands gripping his hips, the way his best friend had groaned when Jay, in Amy’s body, had ridden him like a goddamn stallion. The way Kevin had begged for more. Jay’s cock twitched at the memory, and he quickly shoved the thought away. No. That was different. That was just… repayment. A favor.
“I need to prove something,” Jay said finally, his voice rough. “To myself.”
Kevin raised an eyebrow. “Prove what?”
Jay didn’t answer right away. Instead, he turned toward the full-length mirror propped against the wall, his reflection staring back at him—tall, lean, all sharp angles and youthful energy. But his mind wasn’t on his own body. It was on her.
Ms. Scarlet.
The substitute teacher who had walked into their school three weeks ago like a fucking vision. The way her black pencil skirt clung to her hips, the fabric so tight it made her walk a slow, hypnotic sway, her ass cheeks pressing together with every step. The sheer white blouse she always wore, unbuttoned just enough to tease the lace of her red bra, the swell of her breasts threatening to spill out with every breath. The way her auburn hair fell in messy waves around her shoulders, like she’d just rolled out of bed after a night of—
Jay’s cock hardened painfully in his jeans.
“Jay?” Kevin’s voice was laced with amusement. “You zoning out on me again?”
Jay cleared his throat, forcing his gaze away from the mirror. “I need to shift.”
Kevin’s grin widened. “Oh yeah? Into who this time?”
Jay didn’t answer. Instead, he closed his eyes, letting the image of Ms. Scarlet fill his mind. The way her lips would part when she laughed, the way her tongue would dart out to wet them when she was thinking. The way her perfume—vanilla and something darker, something sinful—lingered in the air long after she’d left the room. He could almost taste her.
“Jay,” Kevin said, his voice dropping an octave. “You’re not thinking about—”
“Shut up,” Jay snapped, his eyes still closed. He focused, letting the shift take hold. His bones ached, his skin prickled, his body melted and reformed—
And then he gasped.
Nothing happened.
Jay’s eyes flew open. He was still himself. Still in his own body, still in his own damn jeans, his cock still aching, his heart pounding.
“What the hell?” he muttered, flexing his fingers. He tried again, willing his body to change, to become her—
Still nothing.
“Jay?” Kevin’s voice was hesitant now. “You okay?”
Jay ignored him, frustration boiling in his chest. He needed this. He needed to feel her, to be her, to prove that he wasn’t—
His hand shot out, gripping Kevin’s shoulder.
The moment his fingers made contact, Kevin’s body twisted.
A gasp tore from Kevin’s throat as his form ripped apart, his muscles contorting, his skin stretching, his bones snapping into new shapes. Jay stumbled back, his eyes wide as Kevin’s body melted like wax under a flame, his broad shoulders narrowing, his chest swelling, his hips flaring out into a dangerous, hourglass curve. His dark hair lengthened, shifting into auburn waves that cascaded down his—her—back. His face softened, his jawline sharpening into delicate angles, his lips plumping into a pout so sinful it made Jay’s mouth water.
And then she was there.
Ms. Scarlet.
Standing in the middle of Kevin’s basement, her breath coming in short, shocked gasps, her hands flying to her chest as she took in the sudden, overwhelming fullness of her new body. The black pencil skirt clung to her thighs, the fabric so tight it restricted her movement, forcing her to take small, careful steps in the clicking stilettos. The sheer white blouse gaped open, the lace of her red bra barely containing the heavy weight of her breasts, her nipples already hard little peaks pressing against the fabric.
“Oh my God,” Kevin—Scarlet—whispered, her voice a breathy, feminine gasp. She looked down at herself, her hands trembling as she cupped her breasts, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh. “Jay… what the fuck?”
Jay couldn’t speak. He could only stare.
Scarlet—Kevin—took a shaky step forward, her heels wobbling slightly. She let out a little moan as her thighs brushed together, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through her new body. “Ohhh,” she breathed, her voice dripping with awe. “Ohhh, fuck…”
Jay’s cock was rock hard.
Scarlet—Kevin—stumbled back against the couch, her legs trembling. The sensation of her own body was overwhelming—the way her breasts swayed with every movement, the way her hips felt heavy, full, the way her pussy ached between her thighs, already slick with arousal. She let out a shaky breath, her fingers digging into the couch cushions.
“Jay,” she whispered, her voice husky, unfamiliar. “What did you do to me?”
Jay swallowed hard, his eyes locked on the way her blouse gaped open, the way her nipples strained against the lace. “I—I didn’t mean to,” he stammered. “I was trying to shift myself, but then I touched you and—”
“And now I’m her,” Scarlet finished, her voice trembling. She looked down at herself again, her hands sliding over her waist, her hips, her thighs. “Oh God… I can feel everything. The skirt’s so tight… it’s like it’s squeezing me…” She let out a little whimper as her fingers brushed against the damp fabric between her legs. “Jay… I’m wet.”
Jay’s cock twitched violently in his jeans. “Kevin—”
(Unknown to Jay he had a few lot more powers than just shapeshifting himself, some of them were, shifting someone else too. And the shift wasn't the only thing, the person who is shifted will start behaving like the person they are shifting into, but this time ultra horny.)
“Don’t call me that,” Scarlet snapped, her voice sharp despite the breathiness. “I’m not Kevin right now. I’m her.” She bit her lip, her eyes darkening as she met Jay’s gaze. “And right now, I need something.”
Jay’s breath hitched. “What?”
Scarlet didn’t answer. Instead, she reached up, her fingers trembling as she undid the last few buttons of her blouse, letting it fall open completely. The red lace bra barely contained her breasts, the cups straining to hold the heavy weight, her nipples hard little points pressing against the fabric. She let out a shuddering breath as her fingers traced the edge of the lace, her touch sending sparks of pleasure through her new body.
“Touch me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please, Jay… I need you to touch me.”
Jay’s resistance shattered.
He crossed the room in two strides, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her against him. Scarlet gasped as their bodies collided, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples hardening even more at the contact. Jay groaned, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the lace.
“Fuck,” Scarlet moaned, her head falling back. “Oh God, Jay… that feels—ungh—so good…”
Jay didn’t stop. He squeezed her breasts, his fingers kneading the soft flesh, his thumbs circling her nipples until they were aching, begging for more. Scarlet’s breath came in ragged gasps, her hips rolling against him, her pussy dripping now, the scent of her arousal filling the air.
“More,” she whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Jay, please… I need more…”
Jay didn’t need to be told twice.
He spun her around, pressing her against the couch, his hands sliding down to grip her hips. Scarlet let out a little cry as he pulled her back against him, his cock hard as steel against her ass. He ground against her, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts again, his fingers pinching her nipples through the lace.
“You like that, don’t you?” Jay growled, his lips brushing against her ear. “You like being her. You like being touched like this.”
“Yesss,” Scarlet hissed, her back arching. “Oh God, yes… don’t stop, Jay… please…”
Jay didn’t stop.
He slid one hand down, his fingers tracing the waistband of her skirt before dipping beneath the tight fabric. Scarlet gasped as his fingers brushed against the damp lace of her panties, her hips jerking forward at the contact.
“So wet,” Jay murmured, his fingers sliding beneath the lace, his touch light, teasing. “You’re dripping, Scarlet. You love this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Scarlet moaned, her voice breaking. “Oh fuck, yes… Jay, please—”
Jay didn’t make her beg.
He slid two fingers inside her, his touch rough, demanding. Scarlet cried out, her body clenching around his fingers, her hips rolling against his hand. Jay groaned, his cock throbbing as he fingered her, his thumb circling her clit, his other hand still gripping her breast, his fingers pinching her nipple.
“You’re so tight,” Jay growled, his lips against her ear. “So fucking tight… I bet you’d feel amazing around my cock.”
Scarlet whimpered, her body trembling. “Then fuck me,” she gasped. “Jay, please—I need you inside me…”
Jay didn’t need to be told twice.
He spun her around again, pressing her back against the couch. Scarlet let out a little cry as he dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading them apart. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, the sight of her dripping pussy making his mouth water.
“Jay—” Scarlet gasped, her hands flying to his hair as he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her.
The moment his tongue touched her, Scarlet screamed.
“Oh fuck!” she cried, her hips jerking forward, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Jay, yes—oh God, yes—”
Jay didn’t stop.
He devoured her, his tongue lashing against her clit, his fingers pumping in and out of her, his other hand gripping her ass, pulling her closer. Scarlet’s moans filled the room, her body trembling, her hips rolling against his face as he ate her out like a man starved.
“Jay, I’m gonna—oh God—I’m gonna come—” Scarlet gasped, her voice breaking.
Jay didn’t let up.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, his fingers curling inside her, his touch rough, demanding. Scarlet’s body tensed, her back arching, her fingers digging into his scalp as her orgasm ripped through her.
“Jay!” she screamed, her voice raw, desperate, as she came hard, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her juices drenching his hand.
Jay didn’t stop.
He kept going, his tongue flicking against her clit, his fingers pumping in and out of her, drawing out every last shudder of her orgasm. Scarlet’s body collapsed against the couch, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her pussy throbbing, aching for more.
“Jay,” she whimpered, her voice hoarse. “Oh God, Jay…”
Jay stood up, his cock aching, throbbing, begging for release. He looked down at Scarlet—Kevin—sprawled on the couch, her body glowing, her skin flushed, her pussy dripping, begging for him.
“You want this, don’t you?” Jay growled, his hand gripping his cock through his jeans. “You want me to fuck you.”
Scarlet’s eyes darkened, her lips parting. “Yes,” she whispered. “Oh God, yes… please, Jay…”
Jay didn’t hesitate.
He undid his jeans, his cock springing free, hard as steel, throbbing with need. Scarlet’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of him, her breath hitching.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “You’re huge…”
Jay didn’t give her time to think.
He gripped her hips, pulling her to the edge of the couch, her legs spreading for him. Scarlet let out a little cry as he lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against her dripping pussy.
“Jay—” she gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders.
“You want this,” Jay growled, his voice rough, demanding. “You begged for it.”
Scarlet didn’t argue.
She nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Yes,” she whispered. “Oh God, yes… fuck me, Jay…”
Jay didn’t need to be told twice.
He slammed into her.
Scarlet screamed, her back arching, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her, his cock stretching her, claiming her. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, the scent of sex thick in the air.
“Fuck!” Scarlet cried, her voice raw, desperate. “Oh God, Jay—yes—harder—”
Jay obeyed.
He pounded into her, his hips snapping against hers, his cock driving into her again and again, harder, deeper, faster. Scarlet’s moans filled the room, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around him, milking him, begging for more.
“You love this, don’t you?” Jay growled, his lips against her ear. “You love being fucked like this.”
“Yes!” Scarlet screamed, her voice breaking. “Oh God, yes—don’t stop—fuck—”
Jay didn’t stop.
He flipped her over, pressing her face-down into the couch, her ass up in the air, her pussy dripping, begging for him. Scarlet let out a little cry as he slammed back into her, his cock driving into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back against him.
“Jay!” Scarlet cried, her voice muffled by the couch cushions. “Oh fuck—yes—right there—”
Jay growled, his hips snapping against hers, his cock pounding into her, harder, deeper, faster. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, the scent of sex thick in the air, the wet sound of her pussy taking him again and again.
“You’re mine,” Jay growled, his voice rough, possessive. “You belong to me.”
Scarlet moaned, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around him. “Yes,” she gasped. “Oh God, yes… I’m yours, Jay… fuck—”
Jay lost control.
He pounded into her, his hips snapping against hers, his cock driving into her again and again, harder, deeper, faster. Scarlet’s moans filled the room, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around him, milking him, begging for his cum.
“Jay—” Scarlet gasped, her voice breaking. “I’m gonna—oh God—I’m gonna come—”
Jay growled, his hips snapping against hers, his cock pounding into her, harder, deeper, faster. “Come for me,” he demanded, his voice rough, possessive. “Come all over my cock.”
Scarlet obeyed.
Her body tensed, her back arching, her pussy clenching around him as her orgasm ripped through her. She screamed, her voice raw, desperate, as she came hard, her juices drenching his cock, her body trembling, shuddering around him.
Jay couldn’t hold back.
With a growl, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing, throbbing, as he came, his cum filling her, marking her, claiming her.
Scarlet moaned, her body collapsing beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Jay panted, his cock still twitching inside her, his body covered in sweat, his heart pounding.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Scarlet let out a shaky breath, her voice hoarse. “Jay…”
Jay panted, his cock still hard inside her. “Yeah?”
Scarlet swallowed, her body trembling beneath him. “We’re so fucked.”
Jay laughed, his breath hot against her ear. “Yeah,” he agreed. “But fuck, was it worth it.”
Scarlet moaned, her body clenching around him. “Oh God, yes…”
And then Jay started moving again.
The second time was slower.
Jay took his time, his hands exploring every inch of Scarlet’s body, his lips tracing the curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist. Scarlet moaned, her body arching beneath him, her skin flushed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jay murmured, his lips brushing against her collarbone. “So fucking perfect.”
Scarlet whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Jay…”
Jay smiled, his hands sliding down to grip her thighs, spreading them apart. Scarlet gasped as he lined himself up again, the head of his cock pressing against her dripping pussy.
“You want this,” Jay growled, his voice low, husky. “You need this.”
Scarlet nodded, her breath hitching. “Yes,” she whispered. “Oh God, yes…”
Jay didn’t make her wait.
He slid into her, slow, deep, deliberate. Scarlet moaned, her back arching, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her, his cock stretching her, claiming her.
“Jay,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Oh fuck—you feel so good—”
Jay growled, his hips rolling against hers, his cock pumping in and out of her, slow, deep, unhurried. Scarlet’s moans filled the room, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around him, milking him, begging for more.
“You love this, don’t you?” Jay murmured, his lips against her ear. “You love being fucked like this.”
“Yes,” Scarlet whimpered, her voice hoarse. “Oh God, yes… don’t stop—”
Jay didn’t stop.
He rolled his hips against hers, his cock driving into her, deep, slow, deliberate. Scarlet’s moans filled the room, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around him, milking him, begging for his cum.
“Jay—” Scarlet gasped, her voice breaking. “I’m gonna—oh God—I’m gonna come—”
Jay growled, his hips snapping against hers, his cock pounding into her, harder, deeper, faster. “Come for me,” he demanded, his voice rough, possessive. “Come all over my cock.”
Scarlet obeyed.
Her body tensed, her back arching, her pussy clenching around him as her orgasm ripped through her. She screamed, her voice raw, desperate, as she came hard, her juices drenching his cock, her body trembling, shuddering around him.
Jay couldn’t hold back.
With a growl, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing, throbbing, as he came, his cum filling her, marking her, claiming her.
Scarlet moaned, her body collapsing beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Jay panted, his cock still twitching inside her, his body covered in sweat, his heart pounding.
They went into deep thought.
And then Jay started moving again.
This time, they switched positions.
Jay rolled onto his back, pulling Scarlet with him, her body straddling his, her pussy sinking down onto his cock. Scarlet gasped, her head falling back, her hands gripping his shoulders as she rode him, her hips rolling, her pussy clenching around him.
“Fuck,” Jay groaned, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her, helping her ride him. “You feel so good—”
Scarlet moaned, her body trembling, her pussy dripping, milking him. “Jay—” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Oh God—yes—right there—”
Jay growled, his hips snapping up to meet hers, his cock driving into her, harder, deeper, faster. Scarlet’s moans filled the room, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around him, milking him, begging for his cum.
And then, finally, they collapsed together, their bodies entangled, their breath mingling, their hearts pounding in sync.
The basement was silent except for the sound of their ragged breathing, the scent of sex thick in the air, the wet sound of Jay’s cum dripping out of Scarlet’s well-used pussy.
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