Models: Chad White & Demi Sutra
As soon as Aiden had messaged yesterday evening to say he was going out for the night, Max had known how things would end. Given his roommate’s track record, there was little doubt what state Aiden would return home in – the only real question was which one of Metamorphose’s amoral amenities he would have used to transform this time.
Now, as he heard the unsteady clomp of heels on wooden stairs, Max’s suspicions were confirmed.
With a sigh of resignation, he turned to face the entrance hall. Dawn would soon be breaking and Max was already in his vest and running shorts in preparation for an early morning jog. But for now the moon was still out, its silver light glinting on the wrought iron railing that encircled the top of the staircase which descended to the apartment door.
When he landed his job at the casino Max had quickly learned that dealers like him and Aiden were always in high demand. As a result, Metamorphose offered on-site accommodation in exchange for a slight pay cut, but with the promise of as much overtime as they desired to bridge the gap. The extra hours didn’t interest Max, but with how expensive equivalent apartments cost outside the casino, the accommodation offer was too good to pass up.
That was how he’d met Aiden: the happy-go-lucky goofball had moved in the week after Max, and in the years since they’d become firm friends. Admittedly these days Max spent more time around the plethora of different transformations his roomie indulged in than the original man himself; indeed, this was the fifth night this week Aiden had returned home tipsy and transformed.
However, as Aiden’s swaying figure rose into view Max realised something was different tonight.
The woman Aiden had become was a siren given legs. Deep waves of ebony hair swirled down her back and her smooth brown skin was as flawless as ever. The large suit jacket dangling from her shoulders was the only remnant of Aiden’s original outfit that remained, though now the garment was many sizes too large. But the sensual lines of her legs still made it clear there was a gorgeous figure somewhere beneath the dark grey material, and though her staggering gait wasn’t exactly sexy Max knew that at her core she was a creature of unrepentant lust.
But it was the reason why Max knew her inner desires which was so surprising.
Over the years he’d come to accept Aiden’s penchant for transformation. Things had started slow at first – maybe one or two new bodies a month, just as a way to blow off steam. Then once a week. Then twice a week. Then thrice… Now it was an almost nightly occurrence, with Aiden seeking out a new body the moment his shift ended and keeping it until minutes before he was due to return to work. Max wasn’t entirely sure it qualified as an addiction – after all, Aiden still held down his job just fine, and after the booze wore off he was still his cheeky, cheerful self no matter what body he was sporting – but the signs were there.
Throughout it all though, Aiden had never once donned the same body twice. Yet the woman who now came tottering into the bedroom was unquestionably the same one who had shown up at a similar time yesterday morning.
Ignoring his déjà vu, Max gave a small shrug: there was a first time for everything. And with his surprise quelled, he fell into business as usual.
‘Come on then, let’s get you to bed,’ he said, gesturing to the mattress on which he was sat. It was his room, but he didn’t fancy guiding Aiden into his own bed. Besides, up and awake as he was, Max wouldn’t be using it again until long after Aiden’s next shift had started.
Flopping down onto the sheets, Aiden leaned back and allowed the lapels of his jacket to slide aside, smiling playfully as he did so. For the first time the lack of underwear beneath became visible, and thanks to the sheer lace of his top Aiden’s pert tits and dark nipples were on full display.
If he expected Max to react to his risqué attire, he was disappointed. Instead roomie simply went about undressing Aiden as if it was the most normal thing in the world. With his water bottle and sweat towel still in one hand, he used the other to unclasp the halter neck before sliding his fingers around to unzip the back.
After a few quick folds the lace top was in a neat square at the foot of the bed, ready for Max to return to the boutique before he left for his jog.
Given the sheer quantity of transformations that occurred under the casino’s roof, their clothing rental service was truly indispensable. For a small fee, guests were permitted access to the New Life Boutique, an in-house establishment which stocked just about every outfit imaginable expressly for the purpose of being used by transformed patrons. After all, while plenty of transformations were far from planned, even more were carefully selected by those guests searching for a particular thrill, so the New Life Boutique allowed the peace of mind that they wouldn’t have to wander around in their old ill-fitting clothes once the changes took effect.
For staff the boutique was on the house – another perk of the job – and after years of returning Aiden’s hired clothes most mornings, Max was on first name terms with every employee.
Usually, stripping Aiden was a simple enough task. But this morning he was in an mischievous mood, and when Max reached for the zip of the skirt his roomie twisted his hips away.
‘Come on, Aiden, cut it out. I just want to go out for a jog. And you need to get some sleep if you’re gonna make your shift on time.’
Aiden’s voice was as silky as his flawless skin. ‘What’s the rush, baby? You don’t need to go running off just yet. Besides, can’t you see something you like?’ Pushing his chest forward, Aiden twisted his torso from side to side, allowing the warm glow of the bedside lamp to wash over his bare tits. This time Max did pay attention, and as he eyed her supple rack Aiden’s words fell to a sultry whisper. ‘You know you don’t have to hold back. They’re yours if you want them. And don’t worry, babe – I’m not tired at all.’
Meeting her eyes, the hint of a smile quirked the corners of his lips. ‘I suppose that means you’ll need somebody to wear you out before you’ll be able to fall asleep, right?’
‘My thoughts exactly,’ Aiden grinned back as Max set down his bottle and towel on the bedside table. ‘Oh, and by the way, when you start moaning my name, you can call me Ada.’
Ada’s giddy groans echoed through the apartment as Max ravaged her sex with licks, kisses, and little flicks of the tongue that sent ecstasy ricocheting around her insides like pinballs in a machine. By now her once neatly folded top had found its way into a heap on the floor along with her jacket, as too had Max’s own attire. Only her heels and skirt remained, the latter of which was bunched around her midriff, and their lust had reduced the formerly pristine bedsheets to a crumpled mess.
‘Fuck yes, right there, don’t stop,’ she gasped, her gaze turned up to the ceiling as she spread her legs wide. High on pleasure, she used one hand to toy with her clit while the other clung to the duvet with everything she had. When yet another wave of euphoria rolled through her she was convinced she was about to split apart at the seams. ‘Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!’
Pulling back, Max grinned, his lips and chin glistening with her juices. ‘Damn, slut, you’re even noisier than yesterday. Is that what made you choose the same body a second time? Because you knew how good it felt having me work this pussy?’
As if to emphasise his point, Max slid two fingers between her glistening folds and was rewarded by another shuddering groan. Swirling his digits around inside her, his grin grew wider as she began to writhe in desperation.
Back when they first slept together, it had taken Max a while to come to terms with the line they’d crossed. Before that night he’d never been the kind of guy to casually fuck his friends, and even though Aiden had been in the form of a drop-dead gorgeous bombshell at the time it hadn’t blunted the guilt Max felt waking up beside his transformed roomie the following morning.
These days though post-transformation fucking was as normal a part of living together as sharing shower gel and calling room service whenever they were too lazy to cook. After all, in Metamorphose there wasn’t really such a thing as friends without benefits, and though Ada was happy to sleep around with other staff and guests, they both knew Max fucked her better than all the rest combined.
This time was no exception. Already he had managed to push her to the brink of orgasm before any hole had tasted his cock, and if he kept going Ada knew she would shatter completely before she could reveal her secret.
But that was a possibility she could not allow and so, with the raw strength of a woman possessed, she surged up and abruptly turned the tables.
As always, riding Max’s dick was much more tolerable than having him eat her out. In the latter scenario she was entirely at his mercy, able only to squirm and squeal as he used her reactions to guide each swirl of his tongue. But when she was straddling his hips suddenly Max became the helpless one, while Ada had the freedom to change her rhythm or position if she came too close to orgasm.
Still, Max’s oral attention had summoned a fiery, raging lust within her, and even with her newfound control over her man she was still a slave to the carnal urges he had unleashed.
From the second his cock was sheathed inside her wet sex, Ada’s hips were rocking as if her life depended on it. Breath coming in shallow pants she threw her whole body into the motion, her tits and ass and thighs rippling with each euphoric roll. Allowing herself to succumb to the rhythm, she would continue needily, burning through her inner lust to fuel her inexhaustible pace. Then, whenever she felt her orgasm approaching the point of no return she would reverse her position and resume her riding with even more vigour.
Beneath her, Max’s desperation for an outlet ensured his hands always found their way to her ass to grope and squeeze her plump cheeks. Or, in the rare scenario her rump was off-limits, he instead gripped hold of her bundled skirt, which he used to tug her down harder onto his flagpole rod.
Ada wasn’t sure how long it took her to regain enough composure to answer Max’s question, only that by the time she did they were both dancing on the edge of climax.
‘You were right. It did feel good fucking you in this body yesterday. Better than I ever imagined. But that wasn’t an accident. It was by design.’
With most of his blood busy sustaining his rigid cock, Max’s response was limited to a questioning frown.
Slowing her pace a little, Ada waited for her heaving chest to settle before continuing in a hushed voice.
‘There’s this new cocktail the casino is rolling out. The barman said it was aimed at guests who tie the knot while they’re here. They’re calling it the Matchmaker.’
Max hadn’t heard the name before but based on Ada’s tone it was clear there was more to the drink than mere transformation. ‘What does it do?’
Ada bit her lip, suddenly nervous to confess. ‘It forms an unbreakable bond with the first person you fuck after drinking it. You become linked to them, even if you transform back to your old body. You want them more than anything – their touch, their body, everything they are – and no matter how many other lovers you sleep with none of them will ever feel as good as your true match.’
His mind addled by the orgasmic embrace of her hot sex, it took Max a moment to catch on. ‘Well, whoever that guy is then he’s a lucky bast–’ He stopped. Locked eyes with her. Blinked. ‘Wait, you mean it was me?’
Ada nodded. Max’s face twisted into an adorably dumbfounded expression. Ada didn’t bother suppressing the giggle it triggered.
‘But… why?’
‘How could it be anybody else? I’ve lost track of how many nights I’ve come back drunk on booze and sex, and you always look out for me when I do. Whether that’s putting to me bed or fucking me until I can’t think straight, whatever I need you’re always there to give it. And for a man who never touches a transformation, you’re better in bed than every magically conjured bull and bimbo I’ve ever dragged under the sheets.’
Her hips were still rocking as she continued, though by now they were moving so slowly she could feel the individual contours of his cock shifting against her folds.
‘I guess when the barman was explaining things, it all just hit me: I didn’t need a Matchmaker to make me crave you. You already give me everything I want in a lover and more besides. I’ve just always been too blinded by my love of transformation to see it. But I don’t want that anymore. I don’t want to go hunting for a new body and a new one-night stand the second I finish my shift. All I want is to come back here, rip off your clothes, and fuck until neither of us remember our own names. I want to stay this way so you can make me your slut every day and every night. No more transformations. Just us and a lifetime of fucking.’ She paused. Glancing down for a moment, it took a visible effort for her to meet his eyes again. ‘At least… if that’s something you’d like too?’
For a few moments, Max was silent. Then, agonisingly slowly, his lips curled into a smile. ‘If you ask me, I think it’s best if I showed you exactly how much I’d like that.’
This time it was Max’s turn to surge up from the bedsheets. Before she could even register what was happening, Ada found herself tossed down onto all fours as Max aligned his dick with her flushed sex. A heartbeat later he was inside her again, the rush of pleasure prompting her to twist around and spread herself wider for his invading manhood.
As he took her doggystyle, the clap of their colliding thighs ricocheting through the apartment, Max realised that just as there was a first time for everything, there was also a last time too. A last transformation. A last failure to see the truth staring you in the face. A last night believing the beautiful black bombshell riding your cock was just another perk of the job.
But in the end those last times always led to something new in their place, and together he and Ada had so many fresh first times to explore. And in that moment, one first in particular was at the forefront of Max’s orgasmia-soaked mind: their first shared climax as an official couple…
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