Huge short stories - 3 (Patreon)

Oh my god, my ears. I'm so tired of this loud music and noise. And more... and more from these tits and this huge ass. When will all this end? Oh fuck, dude, why are you staring at me like that? Never seen street dancers? You'll see my performance soon... but of course this is a complete nightmare, this is not how I imagined my life.

It all started a few weeks ago when I went to a bar with my friends. It was a bachelor party, and I, as the groom, received a private dance from Melody as a gift. I really liked her. Well, I think looking at me now, you'll understand why I liked her. But looking at her and being her are completely different.

During a private dance, Melody touched some electrical wire and when I stood up to help her, I was electrocuted. I woke up already in her body. We were both shocked and horrified, but I persuaded her not to tell anyone. If my fiancée found out that I got a lap dance from a stripper before the wedding, there would be no wedding!

I also had to accept her role so that she would not ruin my life and continue to live like me. We decided that this would be a temporary measure and we would change back as soon as we figured out how to do it. Of course we helped each other with our new lives.

But this has already dragged on for too long. Melody flew away on her honeymoon and I had to live like her all this time and even sleep with her boyfriend so as not to ruin her relationship with him! Damn it. Every day I agreed to more and more and didn’t even notice the line between the moment when I didn’t want to just ruin the wedding and just pretended on Melody’s first day so that no one would know anything until the moment when I was already giving her boyfriend a blow job for the same reason. And it seemed normal to me then!

And after Melody and my wife returned from their honeymoon, we almost didn’t communicate. And now I'm starting to think that Melody doesn't want a reverse exchange at all. It's like she prefers the life of a rich white guy...

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Look in my eyes. Look in my eyes. Look at me... oh damn... and this one only looks at tits. Although of course I understand him, but damn! I'm starting to understand girls who complain that guys only want one thing.

I don't think these girls are right, but now... fuck... I need one of the guys to be able to look me in the eye for more than 5 seconds. Is it really that difficult? I know that because of this spell I am doing things to distract his attention. But I can't help it. This is part of the argument.

Even if I want and concentrate, I will still sit so that my chest lies on the table. Even if I wear some baggy clothes, in a couple of seconds I will still be in some tight top or dress. It's just impossible to control

Crap. Well, is Jenny right? Are there really no men in the world who cannot simply look into the eyes when talking to a girl for more than 5 seconds? If yes, then it looks like I will have to admit defeat and accept the fact that I will remain Veronica for the rest of my life - a girl who loves to flirt with everyone she meets and have short one-night stands for the sake of sex.

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Oh my God. How...my ass itches so much. I had no idea what it was. But this itching is simply unbearable, as well as the heaviness and strange sensations from the constant dangling of my buttocks.

I know that this itch can only be healed by sex. Sex in the doggy style position and it’s better to have my long hair pulled. Although these thoughts only make the itching worse. Fuck. I... I need to find someone. But then I will again find myself in this vicious circle.

That's what happened yesterday when I went to a club and found a guy there for the night. It was like that the day before yesterday. And many many days. It seems to me that all this has been happening to me for an endless number of days and it seems to me that I am ready to start an argument with the sluttiest girl from my college about which of us had more boyfriends.

But I don't want this! I'm a man and I like girls! I don't like all this. I want to fuck chicks myself, and not be one of them. Every time I feel disgusting and it doesn't change from day to day. I'm only getting worse.

But I don't even know who to blame. I was one of the most popular guys in college when I made that wish on that stupid magic coin and now I'm really stuck in the life of a "horny bitch whose ass itches if she doesn't have sex." I remember that I was just calling some girl names at the time, but for some reason the coin decided that I wanted to be this bitch and changed me.

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Looking forward at the retreating figure of the young man, Diana, formerly Ahmed, looked with a smile as he, in her opinion, accelerated his pace

"Go quickly. Stupid white coward. You couldn't even properly answer a simple question for me, haha. All these weaklings don't have the strength to even answer me. This country is doomed to extinction."

She had not yet noticed the main changes and did not understand why she began to feel tight in the butt area and an unusual feeling of heaviness appeared in the butt and chest area. There was success in her eyes, success, as she saw it, in dominating the "weak white dumb American" and she was proud that she was able to show how strong she was as a representative of her nation

A few minutes ago Diana was going to work. She was a taxi driver named Ahmed and she did not like the way these representatives of the superior nation looked at her. Seeing how another guy looked at her, she stared back and did not look away until she received a logical question

- Did you want something?

- Do not look at me.

- But you are the one looking at me.

- I want to watch and will watch. Because I can look at you, but you can't look at me

- Why?

- Because I can stand up for myself and therefore I can look at whoever I want.

- But I can not? Why do you say that?

- Because I see in people’s faces who can stand up for themselves and who can’t

- I understood you

- What did you understand? Tell me that I'm right?

- Dude, everyone has their own opinion.

- No. Tell me. I'm right?

This dialogue continued for some time, but was fixated on the point that Ahmed was right and that the passerby could not look at him because he could not stand up for himself in Ahmed’s opinion. Ahmed at that moment received a wild charge of energy from the fact that she was able to humiliate a lonely stranger, not knowing that he was being watched from the window by an old witch who did not like injustice and turned Ahmed into Diana almost as soon as Ahmed left the stranger.

Diana did not yet know at that moment that her life would change from that moment forever and that now she “would not be able to stand up for herself,” and at best she could pay with good sex or a blowjob.