by Sophie Pert
That was a conversation I didn’t want to have.
And I’m sure Liz didn’t either, that much I could tell as she walked along the path with me.
Scott and Mary were keeping up their patter, talking back and forth as Scott explained some sort of nonsense about the area or the history or the vegetation or something like that. They had an easy back and forth while Liz and I just stomped along in stunned silence.
It was more than just the situation, this whole thing felt odd in a real physical way.
You know you never really think about how other people experience the world, never really stop to think about it. At least I never did.
But the truth is that each person has a whole unique experience that is colored by their very physical being. The truth is that a short person and a tall person are living in two very different worlds. That a fit person and a fat person are as well.
Even two people who are incredibly similar physically have the slightest things different in their experience that makes their whole being unique, their whole perspective unique.
Liz and I were not similar, not physically at all.
Being in her body was a bit of a culture shock.
Everything about it just seemed odd to me, the stride was too small, the height too low, the feel of her body just… off. I think it had something to do with the center of gravity. It was like she was balanced differently and I was struggling to figure out exactly how to adjust.
It’s not like it was something completely foreign. I mean she didn’t have 4 legs or 3 eyes or anything like that. But something about her body felt oddly off tilt, as if I was trying to work it using the memory of how I had moved in my old body but this body just wasn’t balanced for that.
More than that too.
Her body bounced in a different way.
I could feel it in every movement. I could feel the fullness of her hips swaying back and forth. Could feel the weight of her breasts jiggling on my chest. Could feel the absence between my legs.
It was strange and new and drew me in. As we walked I couldn’t help but concentrate on it, couldn’t help but feel the potent and palpable differences in her body. I fixated on it.
It was intense.
I felt something building inside of me as I felt this new body move through the world. I felt so sensitive. It was like every sensation was designed to affect this body. Like I couldn’t deny the feelings and needs building up inside of it.
My breath started to catch in my chest as felt my body respond. I felt goosebumps break out all across my arms. I felt my nipples harden under the smooth fabric of my bikini. I felt something else.
I felt myself start to get wet.
Something squeezed unconsciously deep inside of me, deep in the pit of my stomach and I felt a sensation between my legs. It was so overwhelmingly potent that I didn’t know how I had missed it to this point.
I thought back to the two of us atop that rock and I remembered.
I had been inside of her, buried to my hilt.
I had filled her up.
That feeling inside of me, that sensation deep in the pit of my stomach was a belly full of semen.
I bit my lip, the thought of it somehow turning this body on.
My eyes darted furtively among the company I was keeping, but none of them noticed the torrent of emotions rolling inside of my body. I was alone with my thoughts and I was so very grateful for that at this moment.
Because the truth was I was absolutely confused.
I was a straight man, had only ever been with women and only ever had an interest in women. Yet here I was filled up with semen and I couldn’t deny that it was turning me on.
It had to be this body, it just had to be. That was the only explanation, this body craved attention like that and that is why I was turned on.
Because I was straight, and didn’t crave that at all.
But I was craving it right now.
The cabin was in sight and as if from a distance I heard Scott talking about prepping dinner and getting ready to settle in for the night. I knew what was going to happen next, the same things that had happened last night, and I knew I wouldn’t have any privacy. Which I desperately needed right now.
So with a smile and a polite apology I started to excuse myself.
“I’m going to stay out for a bit,” I said, interrupting the flow of the conversation and making myself uncomfortably the center of attention.
Everyone else stopped walking and turned to look at me and Scott chimed in with, “You don’t want to help with dinner?”
“No, how about I do the dishes instead so you all can relax after dinner,” I said cautiously, “I just want to spend a bit more time out here while it’s still light out. I hope you don’t mind. I was thinking of going for a swim.”
“A swim sounds lovely,” Liz said in my body before she was abruptly cut off by Mary.
“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere. I feel like I’ve barely seen you all day you’re going to stick with me and Scott and help with dinner. Besides Frank I’ve seen how you clean dishes and I know poor Liz is probably better off by herself.”
Mary wrapped her arm in Liz’s and steered her back towards the cabin. Scott stepped up and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.
“Be safe and don’t stay out too long,” he said, and then turned and followed poor Liz and Mary into the cabin.
I put them all out of my head, because I had far more important things to focus on.
This day had been madness, first the body switch and then the… feelings. As I stomped off through the forest I struggled to find some sort of peace and quiet. To keep myself from thinking of anything at all.
I failed.
It was like all those thoughts on the way down from the cliffside had been the crack in the dam and now everything was pouring forth. Not just feelings and desires but something else. Something I could only imagine were memories.
I had pictures and movies running through my mind. Pictures of men all of them atop me in states of ecstasy.
The men were varied in age and appearance, all handsome in their own unique way. I was there, my body was there, and so was Scott. There were others too and they were not always old memories.
I was not the only man that Liz had slept with recently, which was fair because she wasn’t the only woman I had slept with.
So the fact that other men were there didn’t bother me, what left me unsettled was how much I was enjoying walking back through her history.
It was starting to get hard to keep a separation between her and me, to know where the desires and needs of this body ended and my own mind began. I knew from all of my history that men had never interested me, but the thought of being fucked by a strong and handsome man was all that I could think of right now. It was all that I wanted.
I wanted someone to step out of the forest, a tall and handsome man to step out into the middle of the path and stop me in my tracks. I wanted him to look me up and down and with a glance make clear his intentions, his opinions, his desires. I wanted him to want me.
And then wordlessly take me in his arms, strip every stitch of fabric from my body and throw it to the ground.
I wanted to feel his fingers touching me with a strength and sureness to him. A confidence to his movements as he touched me in ways that I had been touched so many times before and couldn’t help but want more of.
I wanted him to bring me to the edge, to bring me close to my climax and leave me quivering on the edge of a knife before stepping back and making me beg for release. Making me reach for him and peel the clothing off of his hard body and trace a line of kisses all up and down his firm form.
And then I wanted him to take me, here among the leaves and the trees I wanted to feel his weight on me and his firm thick rod pushing into me, stretching me and filling me up. I wanted to feel him pound into me again and again with even and forceful thrusts. I wanted him to take his pleasure from me and pound his potent need between
my legs again and again and again.
Until I climaxed, until I boiled over and there was nothing left of me but a shuddering and shaking mess, quivering and helpless before his inescapable desires.
But I couldn't have that, because that wasn’t the way the world worked.
So I kept on walking, down through the path until it opened up at the water's edge.
There was a small beach but it wasn’t much of one, barely enough space for someone to lie out and relax in the sun. That didn’t matter though, because the water more than made up for it.
The lake was enormous and still, a smooth mirror shining in the warm light of the sun. There was a quiet all around, as if I was alone in this place.
I slipped the clothes off of this body, somehow the feeling of undressing myself more comfortable than just walking. I chalked that up to familiarity, getting Liz undressed was something I had done more than a few times.
But I stopped at the bikini, taking time to adjust it and admire my reflection in the water.
Liz really was a phenomenal woman, her body was unbelievable. I ran my hands up and down it, feeling the curves of her body. Just the sensation of my fingers running over this body was enough to get me going again, to bring up now very familiar feelings in me.
Reluctantly I pulled my hands away. I would have to be careful with this body if I didn’t want to wind up doing something I would regret.
I stepped out into the water, feeling the slight chill of it still my twitching muscles as it touched. I slipped in with purpose, making my way in as quickly as possible until I was able to fully submerge myself.
I curled up into a ball underwater, blinking slowly as I felt the water surround me on all sides. I stayed down there as long as I could, revelling in the peace of it before the need for air burned at my chest and I broke the surface with a gasp.
With lazy strokes I set myself floating on my back and just relaxed.
I felt everything seep out of me, both literally and figuratively.
The tension released in my muscles as I let my body slide into ultimate relaxation mode. And as it did I felt all of that potent liquid that had filled me up slip out between my thighs as well, floating away in the water.
In an instant I was back into the same mode I had been fighting all along, the memory of just what had happened atop the cliff flashing before my eyes. I could feel it this time. Could feel the weight of a man on top of me, could feel the urgency as he pumped his hard cock inside of me. Could feel the sensation of him exploding inside of me and filling me up.
My eyes closed as I pictured it, as I pictured him pounding away between my legs, spreading me open and filling me up with his thick cock.
Hands drifting of their own accord I felt them touch my body. They felt disconnected, as if I had no control over them, as if I couldn’t feel the sensations from the fingertips. I couldn’t feel my fingers touching my body, I could only feel myself being touched.
On my stomach, on my breasts, on the lips of my sex, on the button of my clit.
A gasp as lightning ran through my body, as it made my back arch and threatened to let me be swallowed by the water.
Oh god the feeling was so much, almost too much.
I needed more.
Twisting my body my feet touched the bed of the lake, secure on the ground I looked all around to make sure that I was truly alone.
I began touching myself once more, this time with purpose.
My fingers stroked up and down my slit, between my legs and over the cloth of my bikini. They stroked me with purpose, finding a rhythm that soon made me shut my eyes and concentrate.
As they moved my other hand played up and down my body, feeling everything from this new position, from this new perspective. Her stomach, flat and firm, her breasts, full and bouncy. I slipped my hand beneath the cup of her bikini and pinched a nipple in just the way I knew she liked.
And now I knew why she liked it.
The feeling it gave me was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was so potent, so overwhelming.
I almost lost my footing in the water.
I gasped and my hand withdrew, I could feel the sensation of my fingers on my breast ringing through my body, rippling through it like the waves after a stone is thrown into the middle of a still lake.
I bit my lip and a slight smile came across my face.
My hand dipped under the cloth of my bikini once more and continued playing with my new breasts. I concentrated on the sensations, closing my eyes and letting myself experience all of these familiar movements from this very different perspective.
My other hand seemed to move of it’s own accord, tracing a familiar path up and inside of the bikin bottoms. I touched the lips of this sex, drawing a finger up and down the length of it, and the sensation made me slump lower in the water.
Things started to work quickly, my fingers stroking and playing with my body as I let myself be touched, be felt, be used.
I could see why she couldn’t keep her hands off of me, could see why every time she fucked me there was an animalistic passion to her movements that threatened to overwhelm her, that just served to drive me to new heights.
Her body was unbelievably responsive, it bucked and twitched with the slightest movement. It was like driving a sports car for the first time. Only the littlest response was necessary, anything more than a brush of skin on skin and the sensations of pleasure would explode over my entire body and threaten to make me lose myself. I knew if I went too far too fast my legs would give out and I would find myself tumbling under the water unable to keep myself afloat.
But then and there I didn’t know if that would be so bad.
It was addictive, the feeling of my fingertips tracing fire along this flesh, I needed it and I needed so much more. I needed to feel it overwhelm me and consume me. I needed it to burn through my body and leave me shaking and quivering with satisfaction.
Unbidden fingers plunged deep into me, pushing their way between the lips of my sex and plunging deep inside of me. I felt them filling me up and pumping in and out of me again and again.
I hunched over slightly, my breath coming out in quivering shakes as I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated on the sensation of being filled up.
The memories came back then.
At first it was only me, was only the times that I had spent with her. Our bodies intertwined atop the cliff, in hotel room beds, across my office desk. All of the places we had stolen away to spend time together, all of the places we had taken our pleasure from each other.
This time it was different though, the memories were potent and powerful and it was almost like being there. I could almost smell the scent of our sex as we explored each other time and again.
And this time it was all from her perspective.
I could see myself above her as I pistoned my thick cock between her legs, could see my face contorted in ecstasy as she rode me. Could see everything that she had on all those hours we had fucked.
Could feel it from her as well, could feel my strong hands gripping her body, spanking her ass, choking her lightly. Could feel her getting stretched and filled again and again and again and still wanting more, wanting all, wanting everything.
Then my attention drifted. Away from me to others, to innumerable men that she had been with. They ran the gamut from muscular to skinny, a rainbow of skin color and body types.
Each one unique.
I could see them all and more to it I could feel each one of them, filling me up, stuffing their hard cocks inside of me.
Thick and short, long and skinny. Each cock was a different experience, each one wholly unlike any other.
I loved each one.
And I wanted more.
Because in comparison my fingers only did so much. Pushing them inside of me only went so far in satisfying my body. So I lost myself in fantasy, taking each man in turn and feeling him press himself on me.
Feeling him fill me up.
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bsp; Each one rippling past my eyes as I felt the desire and need and pleasure build inside of me.
A tremble washed over me as a single image fixated in my vision. I held it as my body stiffened and I felt myself slip under the water.
I felt my whole being clench as a wave of warmth rushed through me, each place it touched burning and tensing and then releasing all at once. I felt the ultimate relaxation come over me, my whole being suffused with a gentle warmth as I floated beneath the surface of the water.
I smiled then, holding that final image in my mind for just one more moment before letting it drift off into the depths of the lake.
Then I burst out of the water, drawing a deep breath of cool air as I let myself experience the world around me. It was like it was all new, a refreshing and riotous burst of color and sounds exploding around me.
I couldn’t help but smile at all of it.
The voice came to me across the surface of the water, calling my name. No not that. Calling her name. Liz.
I turned to the shore.
Scott was standing there waving to me, waving me in. I cut a quick path through the water to get to him.
I walked out of the water, letting it drip from me, taking in the sight of him looking me up and down as the soft light of the late day sun made me glisten. He was looking at me with a hunger in his eyes and I knew that I could have him do anything for me.
“You look gorgeous,” he said, his voice and smile sincere.
I strutted up to him, placing my hand on his chest and tilting my head up to kiss him.
Our lips connected and I felt a gravity draw me into him, a sensation I couldn’t control that made me move towards him, made me press my body into him.
His hands touched my waist lightly but the sensation was electric and I craved to feel his strong fingers running over my body. Feeling me, touching me.
Our lips connected and my tongue snaked out, pushing its’ way into his mouth and dancing lightly against his. I could feel him start and then respond, pressing back against me with a familiar urgency that told me an undeniable truth.