Models: Gizelle Blanco & Freya Parker
‘I’m sorry, did I say you had a choice?’
Basking in the warm glow of sunset wearing lingerie that was more harness than genuine underwear, Kerry looked like a fantasy bought to life. Her amber hair draped around pale shoulders and her sharp brows arced above piercing eyes framed with flawless liner and shadow. In that moment, Brad couldn’t imagine how any woman could look hotter than his girlfriend, and yet he couldn’t quite figure out whether he was turned on or terrified.
‘But–’
‘No buts,’ Kerry cut in. Her lips curled into a smirk when he fell immediately silent. ‘I’m only going to say this once more before I start dishing out punishment, so I suggest you listen closely. That is a vial of Elixir,’ she said, nodding to the small vial in his hand. ‘You are going to drink it, and then you are going to let me play with your feminised body until you can’t remember your own name. No arguments. No complaints. Just a good little girl for me to use. Do I make myself clear?’
Eyes turned to the floor, Brad gave a small nod. Part of him – the small sliver of his original mind that had clung on over the months – wanted to object. But the rest of him couldn’t deny how hot it felt having Kerry take control. What was more, he could see how much it was turning her on too; though she didn’t allow it to show on her face, her thighs were squeezed together to stop her squirming and Brad suspected she was dripping wet.
Hot as the goddess before him was, Brad was no longer sure he recognised either Kerry or himself. The realisation made his stomach flip: they were well and truly down the rabbit hole now. And though he had never imagined their magical mischief would lead them here, all he wanted to do was keep falling deeper.
The psyche-swapping spell he and Kerry and been using for the past few months was simple yet effective. It enabled them to switch personalities with anybody they pleased, and though their memories remained intact, everything else – their wants and needs, their demeanour and mannerisms, even their fantasies – was replaced by those of their victims. Thanks to the spell’s reality-warping effects only Brad and Kerry knew the truth, while those they’d stolen from remained blissfully unaware. Yet what started as a way to spice up their sex lives – like roleplay made real – had now been going on for so long that Brad’s mind was a jumbled mix of all the personalities he had stolen, within which his true consciousness was now only a small fragment.
‘I’m waiting,’ Kerry said, her voice dangerously low as she fixed him with a fierce gaze.
Looking at the vial again, Brad swallowed anxiously. Despite all their mental manipulation, they had never undertaken any physical changes. Yet here he was, Elixir in hand and his corrupted lover commanding him to drink it.
Unfortunately for Brad, he could not help but obey. The newest personality was shy and a little submissive, while also fuelled by a desire to satisfy. As such, the promise of fulfilling Kerry’s sordid desires was too tempting to resist, so with a mumbled apology he pressed the vial to his lips, tipped back his head and swallowed it all.
The effect was immediate. Abruptly crippled by pleasure, Brad cried out as his legs turned to putty and he collapsed backwards.
But before he could hit the tiled floor he felt arms close around him and Kerry’s whispers were hot in his ear. ‘I’m here, baby, I’ve got you. Now let the Elixir consume you and make you my pretty little slut.’
Brad felt her lay him down on the nearby ottoman – a huge leather thing big enough to be a small bed – and then he was writhing, the corruptive drug coursing through his body and rewriting him from the inside out. His transformation passed in a blur of ecstasy that temporarily shattered his senses. His mind a whirlwind, the effects of the Elixir only came to him in brief snippets: the swelling of his tits, the regression of his cock, the tickle of hair spilling down over his shoulders.
Only when it was over did the sensations of his new body truly begin to wash over him. Yet just as he went to open his eyes he heard Kerry’s voice in his ear once again.
‘Keep your eyes closed, beautiful.’
Beautiful. The word triggered a romantic side of Brad’s psyche, prompting his stomach to flip again, much more pleasantly this time. ‘Why?’ he said, still breathless from the transformation.
‘Because I want you to feel as sexy as you are when you see yourself for the first time. And these,’ she said, picking at the t-shirt and jeans that now felt far too baggy on Brad’s transformed body, ‘aren’t sexy at all.’
Obediently, Brad kept his eyes closed as Kerry stripped off his clothes. The warmth of her fingers on his smooth skin sent tingles up and down his spine, making him realise just how sensitive his new body was. He could even feel the heat of the sun’s rays kissing his flesh, playing over his hard nipples and soft thighs, while the air on his wet pussy was a stark reminder that the body he once knew was long gone.
For a few seconds he thought she might just leave him naked, but then her hands were back on him once more and this time they were adding to his outfit rather than subtracting from it. He felt straps clinging to the contours of his nubile figure, metal clips and rings nestling against flesh, a thick collar of what felt like satin hugging his neck. Only when every strip of the harness was pulled tight did Kerry pull away, after which there followed a few seconds where Brad could hear her fiddling with something on her own outfit.
Then Kerry’s delicate fingers turned his head to one side and the command Brad had been waiting for finally came. ‘Open your eyes.’
When he did, Brad was briefly stunned. Kerry had turned him to face the nearby mirror, and the reflection looking back at him was one of a gorgeous golden-skinned stunner. His new body was lithe and supple, all sensual curves and flawless skin, while his features had been rearranged to form full lips, sultry eyes and brows sharp enough they could have cut diamond. What was more, this natural beauty was only enhanced by the intricate underwear Kerry had bestowed on him. The material was a deep aquamarine, like the last waters before an abyss, and Kerry had even applied some accessories in the form of elegant clip-on earrings and thick metal bangles that were only a chain and a lock away from being a pair of particularly luxurious cuffs.
But none of these things were what made Brad’s pussy drip.
His heart thumped as he ran a hand along the shaft of Kerry’s strap-on. It wasn’t overly large, but the silicone was wonderfully smooth to the touch and something about the way it bobbed when Kerry moved made Brad bite his lip as he imagined his girlfriend making more sordid movements.
‘Do you like it?’ Kerry hissed. Now that Brad was in his lingerie the lust in Kerry’s voice was thick and intense. She sounded as if she was barely resisting the urge to ravage Brad’s feminised body and when she reached out to touch him her fingers were trembling.
Brad’s reply was quiet as he tried to process his sudden yearning to be fucked by Kerry’s toy. ‘I do. But why? I’ve never wanted something like this before. I don’t understand.’ Even as he spoke he continued to caress her rubber rod.
‘I do. The personality you stole was a service sub, while the Elixir turned you into a naughty slut. Together they make you the perfect little plaything. My perfect little plaything.’
‘But why did you want this?’
Brad watched a mischievous smirk spread over Kerry’s lips. ‘Because the personality I stole was a lesbian Domme. I didn’t realise it when I saw her – I just thought she looked hot and confident – but once her psyche was mine I had all her sapphic fantasies. And the thought of transforming you to fulfil them was too hot to resist. I hope you don’t mind, princess.’
The feminine title seemed to trigger something in Brad’s new mind. All at once the arousal that had been slowly building in his core swirled up like a pot boiling over and he found himself suddenly desperate to experience all the things Kerry wanted to do to him. His vision swam as he turned from the mirror to face her directly.
Then his hands snaked up to clasp her cheeks and in the heartbeat before he pulled her into a passionate kiss he breathed two simple words. ‘Fuck me.’
Considering how gentle Kerry had been when slipping Brad’s new body into the lingerie, she pulled it off with shameless force. In a heartbeat Brad’s bra and underwear were gone, leaving his tits and pussy exposed to the warm glow of the setting sun. The light played across the wooden walls and expensive furniture like liquid flames, yet the hottest fire burned inside the two women as they allowed lust to consume them.
Within a few seconds Brad found himself on all fours with Kerry’s strap-on buried in his sex. The ecstasy of his new pussy moulding around the silicone shaft forced a whimper from his lips and his arms trembled as he fought to stop himself slumping to the leather. Eyes closed and chest heaving, he savoured the blooming pleasure that spread outwards from his loins as Kerry started to thrust.
Her own bra also removed, Kerry’s tits bounced as she plunged into him over and over. With each passing minute her rhythm grew harder, faster, deeper, eventually reaching a frantic pace that filled the room with the echoing slap of colliding flesh.
And yet even as she ruthlessly pounded her new lover, Kerry’s roving hands were as gentle as the first sunrise of spring. Her fingertips traced delicately over Brad’s ass and back and thighs, and when she leaned down to grasp his tits she did so tenderly, allowing the warmth of her palms to seep into his rack and turn him on more than a rough groping ever could.
The combination of powerful thrusts and perfect tenderness left Brad’s mind reeling. He could feel his hold on reality slipping through his fingers, every thrust and groan loosening his grip a little more, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he lost himself completely. The tiny sliver of his original personality that had lingered over the months was barely a whisper now. He wasn’t sure what he’d be when it vanished completely. But he also wasn’t sure he cared anymore.
When he turned to look at Kerry, he knew she had already succumbed to the desires of her new personality. The fire in her eyes, the deviant grin on her lips, the expression of pure hunger on her pretty face; everything about her made it clear the girl he once knew was gone. In her place was a hedonistic blend of all the personalities she had stolen, all their fantasies feeding into one another and fuelling the sapphic sluttiness that now burned through her insides.
Maybe once Brad might have found that realisation alarming. But now the sight of his corrupted beau was the hottest thing he had ever seen.
Unable to cope with his own arousal, his arms finally gave way. But as he fell Kerry rolled him on to his side while simultaneously dropping down to join him. Panting desperately and too horny to resist, Brad allowed her to raise one of his knees and grasp his flanks so she could pump in from behind. The rhythm was slower now, but Kerry’s face was close to his and the sordid words she whispered in his ear more than made up for the loss of speed.
‘This is who you are now, princess. You’re my gorgeous toy, always desperate for my body and strap-on. Better yet, you’re my canvas. I think I’m done stealing personalities now – nothing could ever make me feel better or naughtier or hornier than I do with this psyche. But you? Just think of all the ways you can satisfy me now. Anytime I want I can order you to steal a new personality and let me fuck you with a whole new mind. Or we could buy different strains of X-Change so I can turn you into countless different hot sluts to use. We can do anything. And I know you’re going to love every second just as much as me, isn’t that right?’
Kerry’s words having extinguished the last echoes of her boyfriend’s original psyche, it wasn’t Brad who answered.
‘Yes, baby,’ Bree groaned. Reaching up, she slipped her fingers through Kerry’s amber hair. ‘Every. Single. Second,’ she gasped, her words punctuated by Kerry’s sensual thrusts.
And as the sun sank gradually lower outside, the horny personality thieves shamelessly succumbed to their stolen desires, their nubile bodies writhing as they consummated their corrupted bond…
Thanks for reading!
As I believe I have mentioned before, earlier this year I decided that I wanted to take the chance to explore some concepts that I’ve dipped my toe into before but never fully embraced on my blog. By that I mean there are a handful of story tags that have fallen by the wayside as it were and only have one or two entries. For instance I’ve only ever written a single hairasite story, despite it being a reasonably popular transformation trigger within the wider TG erotica writing community. Tags with so few stories don’t even show up in my recommended tags list, and that’s something I want to change.
You’ve probably gathered by now that this story was written with the express intention of adding to one of those unappreciated tags, in this case the ‘personality swap’ tag. Of course, that’s a pretty niche concept and not one that can be easily incorporated into any old story, but then again it’s the stories that present a challenge that I enjoy writing the most. I do also consider this story an attribute theft piece, since to my mind a person’s personality is one of their attributes even if not a physical one, so it actually adds to two underserved tags which is a nice bonus. But even if it just applied to a single tag it wouldn’t matter because I am incredibly happy with the result. I intend to add to these lesser used concepts as time goes on, and though they’ll never become the sole focus of my blog they will certainly be forefront of my mind when coming up with new ideas.
Not only do I love the story, but I will openly admit that one of the big positives of this piece is that it gave me the chance to use a Slayed gallery. Slayed is rapidly becoming my go-to studio when sourcing galleries for lesbian stories: every gallery they produce is absolutely beautiful and they invariably send my idea generation into overdrive. Suffice to say you will definitely be seeing their galleries on my blog again.
All that’s left to say now is that this is my final story of November, meaning that from next week I’ll be beginning my Christmas slate. I’ll discuss what release schedule you can expect on that story, but I’m really pleased with all the stories I have on the way so I hope to see you throughout December for some saucy seasonal smut.
