0 comments/ 42519 views/ 10 favorites Dream Shapes Ch. 01 By: Selbryth It was a dream, or at least I think it was. For four nights in a row, about two months ago, I dreamt that I was abducted by aliens - you know, the ones you always see drawings and illustrations of in those shows about alien abductions. But for me it was a little different. The aliens were tall, almost like the elves you see in the LOTR movies; tall and really beautiful - even the guys. Not that I ever had any desire to 'be' with another guy, no matter how pretty. I mean, okay, I was what I knew to be a 'manly' man, pretty good upper body, square jaw, a nice six-pack when I didn't get lazy, hair everywhere - your typical 'guy. But I opened my eyes this one particular night and there's six of these tall, willowy aliens standing around my bed. They looked a little like I was seeing them through a fog, though there wasn't any fog in the room. I sat up in bed, and one of them, definitely a chick alien-elf spoke to me in this really soft and musical sounding language - and I understood every word! That was the first weird part. And she told me her name was Alshai and that she and her companions were there to pick me up and take me to another place. 'Another place.' I was thinking 'fuck I'm dead' or some such shit like that, but Alshai shook her head, and I realized I'd said what I'd been thinking. "No, you did not speak your thoughts Chamiil," she said, and I realized she'd read my mind, but was thinking 'Okay, so who the fuck is Chamois?' and the elf-alien laughed. "Chamiil is your name on the other side, Gary," she said. "Will you stop reading my mind?" I said. "It's all cool and all, but it's fucking irritating!" They all smiled and then this other Fair One raised a hand and I floated out of the bed. I thought I was going to be floated out of the room like in those shows, but I landed on my feet. This other one, a male named Teg, smiled at me, and I was thinking, 'okay, you read my mind too.' "That's good," he said. "And...you knew my name before I spoke it..." "Okay, great," I said. "This is just wonderful and all that, but...what is this, like A Christmas Carol or something? You all the ghosts of something past and present and whatnot?" "We should be going," a third one named Lemnah said, and they all nodded at her and a big soft glow formed around them - and me - and the next thing I knew, I was in this stainless steel looking room with curving sides and I didn't have any clothes on! So I was thinking the obvious, that I was going to get probed anally and have all this freaky shit done to me, and then I was aware of two things: the fact that the hard, shiny floor didn't feel that hard, and that it wasn't cold as it looked, and - well okay, that's three - that there was someone standing right directly behind me! I started to turn but arms came up around my sides and hands cupped over my chest, and this being hugged me close. I felt a definite 'probe' - a thick fleshy one - and then a kiss on my neck that made my whole insides flutter. The hands squeezed and I looked down and saw that I now had tits. Nice ones too. Not big - maybe, fuck I dunno, 32's or something, flat and not so bulbous, and then there was another kiss and my prick got hard. Except, it wasn't a prick. I reached down and found a lightly haired pubis where a dick should be and as I ran my hands back up, I felt hips, a narrow chick-like waist, and then I reached behind and realized I had a pretty firm pair of chick-buns. The hands squeezed my boobs and it felt so totally exciting I gasped, and then there was this shuddering, twisting feeling deep in my groin, and the only thing I could think to do was spread my feet apart a little more, lean forward - hands on knees - and wait. And then it was happening. It wasn't your typical 'probe' but it sure felt nice. And the weird thing was, it felt natural to have a pussy and an ass-hole and to have something plunging in and out of my pussy. "Ai, Chamiil, I've missed you so!" a soft voice whispered against my shoulder, and I reached back to touch this person, this guy, and found that he had quite a slender body. And the thing is, it felt natural to be having a guy doing it to me; that was another weird thing. So natural and so nice. I reached back and down, trying to touch his cock and finally felt it, all slick and stiff, and then wanted to touch his balls and couldn't find them. "...you want to touch it?" the voice whispered again and I nodded eagerly. I couldn't speak because I was so close to coming my voice just didn't work. Then the thing pulled slowly out of me and I turned and was just about to kiss this wonderful man-alien-elf and it was another chick! She was so beautiful she made me want to cry, and I looked down over her almost flat chest, saw that the 'cock' she'd had in me was some sort of dildo thingie that had no straps or anything, and then I just went to my knees and put it in my mouth and sucked on it. The thing is though, this tall, long-legged beauty tilted her head back and moaned so convincingly I thought she was actually having an orgasm! Couldn't be, right? But then al this thick goo was spurting out of the thing and down my throat, and I got so excited I sat back, stood, turned and got it to go into my cunt again before it was finished ejaculating. The woman, still moaning behind me, held me firmly by the hips and rammed in and out like a maniac, and then that knotted up feeling inside me got more and more knotted and this undulating warmth seemed to come up from somewhere deep and I gasped and felt this incredible shiver go all through me! We just stayed like that, connected, for a long while after that. I was still catching my breath when the woman eased her 'thing' out of me. I felt drops of goo dribbling down the backs of my legs, and then she was helping me stand straight again and I turned to her and just hugged myself to her. The feeling of my boobs mashing into hers was strangely familiar. I loved it. I missed it. I kissed her chin and lips and then she aimed her mouth at mine and we just Frenched for what seemed like an hour straight. Time stopped. I don't know if I took a breath or not during that whole time, but then the kiss ended, the hug ended and I was so filled with love for her the only thing that could make things any better would be to know her name. Imlan was the name that floated into my mind. I looked into her eyes and they were smiling in agreement. I still couldn't recall ever seeing any woman as beautiful as she was. She smiled again, came up to me, took me by the shoulders and spun me around to face the wall. Reflected in the metallic surface was the same face I'd just seen, the same shoulders, but standing in front of her, Imlan, was this other exquisitely gorgeous woman, slightly shorter, with long bluish hair that had golden streaks in it, small, shapely tits, a really shapely figure (with a nicely defined six-pack by the way) and endlessly long, slim legs. Me. Okay, so normally, as me, I would've gotten a full erection at seeing a chick like that. Especially when she was so completely naked. And I mean, butt-naked - no shoes or jewelry or anything else. Bare-naked. I would've gotten a hard-on and spurt into thin air on top of that all, but this time I just looked, totally fascinated and pretty fucking stunned actually. I mean, I'd looked down at myself before, but now, in the mirror, was the full view. Imlan smiled at me in the mirror, looking quite pleased that I was seeing myself. She then gave me a peck on the shoulder that made my skin sizzle with bumps, and then she stepped out from behind me and took me by the hand and walked toward another area of the curving wall. A portion of it simply disappeared as we approached it and beyond was a long hallway of similar material - like a tube - and we strolled along a short while until the tube-way swelled into another, larger room. And I mean way larger. Alien/Elves swarmed all over the place, working on machines or computers or some such shit as that, taking measurements or something - you know, a 'hive of activity.' They had clothes on though, long almost-see-through coats where I could see that they had tits or dicks (almost like a big nipple down there - nothing swinging), and they were quite uninterested in Imlan and me walking by totally bare. Then we went through a side 'door' - more like a portal or something - and it was a smaller room, like a large bathroom, and we stopped and Imlan kissed my neck (and got me all hot again in an instant!), turned and started for the portal. She stopped though and looked over her shoulder. "I am always saying good-bye to you," she whispered real softly. Her eyes were all sad too. "Maybe one day you will find it in your heart to stay?" Then she left without me even saying a word. I was thinking though "Man, hell yah I'd stay with a babe like you! Have lezzy sex all the time with that...whatever that thing sticking off your crotch was! Fuck yah sweetie!" And then I was thinking 'Fuck, she probably heard my thoughts!' But then another portal appeared opposite the one Imlan had just disappeared through and this technician looking male stepped through. He smiled. "Remember," he said. "Think, 'Xaziil...thoughts and shape blow like wind...'" I nodded. It was like, 'Okay man, whatever you say.' Then I thought of Imlan again and it was like I could see her right there in front of me and I smiled. It felt like a cool breeze was blowing over my entire body, but not coming from any particular direction. I looked up and the guy was smiling at me, nodding. Then he pointed to a flattened section of the curving wall - another mirror like in the other room - and I looked, and Imlan was standing there. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to fuck again - to have her fuck me - and I started toward her and saw her start toward me and then I was right up to the mirror and realized I was looking at myself. At the exact image of Imlan I'd somehow transformed into! "And that is how it is done," the guy said, looking quite pleased with himself. It was annoying. Everyone seemed so damned pleased with themselves. Except for the tears I'd seen in Imlan's eyes. "Now think, 'Xaph'." I did and there was that cool breeze and I blinked and I was back to being Chamiil. I was thinking, 'why did I never meet a babe like that?' I would so hit a chick that gorgeous! "Come now, Chamiil," he said and when I turned to look, he was holding up a picture - like from Earth type of print - and I went closer and it was a picture of this beaten up looking blonde chick. It made my throat clutch just seeing it and knowing how it had happened. Then there was this fury inside me that felt familiar but a little bit fucking scary. "You must leave at once. You are late for the next appointment...." Then he lifted his hand and I thought he was waving bye-bye and the next moment I was standing against a wall in some dark, crummy looking room with wood plank walls and there was a big guy in boxers with a beer belly and no shirt (which was gross in his case), and the chick I'd just seen in the photo. The guy was laying on the bed, slurping a beer (what a fucking shock), and the chick was naked, crouched over his crotch, head going up and down. "I said faster, bitch!" the guy cursed. I was scared to move so he wouldn't see me. I mean, there I was, totally naked, totally out in the open against the wall. I wondered if I'd ever fucking get any clothes to put on - even one of those drone looking lab coats would've been nice! But, well okay, the chick was cute-faced, aside from the bruises, and I couldn't quite see the cock going in her mouth so I inched over just a bit to get a better view. Normally it would've been pretty hot to watch a chick giving a guy a blowjob, but this wasn't. Especially since she had tears streaming down her cheeks and a fresh looking welt on her jaw line. There were finger-sized bruises on her neck and shoulders and I started feeling that familiar rage building up inside me. I held perfectly still though, but I felt at the point where I didn't care if he noticed me. He could fuck with me if he wanted and I'd be happy to oblige! Then the guy passed out for a second and I could see that his dick went totally limp. The chick tried her best to keep him hard and stopped sucking so she could just massage his dong to bring it to life. He woke up though and without warning, slapped her right across the mouth. She tumbled off the bed, blood and spit flying toward me and before I could duck, the droplets splattered - right on the wall behind me! It was like I was see-through! I got so pissed - even with this shock of being invisible - that I lunged for the bed, hoping to help the woman up and then maybe club the guy in the teeth or something, but then I was on the floor, on my side and feeling the aches and pains of having just fallen. I rubbed my mouth, saw blood on my fingers, and that was all. Red for red! When I stood I happened to get a glimpse of myself in this cracked mirror on the dresser and well, I was the chick now. I saw the bruises, felt them now, and turned to the pug-ugly on the bed. "What?" he snarled. "What you gonna do about it, slut?" I just stared at him, every muscle in my body tense. I remember clenching my fists and feeling something around my ring finger, looked down, saw it was a wedding band, and got even more pissed off. "Well first-off shit heel," I snarled back, even louder and pouncing on the bed. "Let's see how pretty you'd be as a chick!" I reached down and grabbed a handful of his dick and balls, and squeezed. Hard. "Why you fucking--" I squeezed even harder, twisting my hand to tweak things just right. He shut right up. Amazing. "I could just pull 'em right off (and his name came to me) Chester," I said. "Just yank and you'd be just like me. 'Cept no cunt. Aw, poor widdle eunuch!" I twisted and squeezed and he dropped his beer and was making pleading motions with his waving hands. "Now Angie, Angie sweetie, baby-doll..." "Shut the fuck up Chester!" I roared. "Or should I rename you Chelsea?" I glanced down; his balls were red like beets. I finally hated the sight of them so much I brought my knee up and planted it firmly against those ugly orbs. Chester grunted. His eyes rolled back and he curled up in a ball, holding his balls. "You fucking cunt!" he moaned, and I reached down, turned his heavy, overweight ass over, stalked over to the cheesy closet and got a bunch of stockings that were hanging there, came back to the bed and tied his hands and feet to the bed posts. He struggled, but I found I had way more strength than he did. Flat on his front, I stepped back off the bed and had a good look. His ass was ugly. No other way to put it, but it was uglier because it was so damned hairy! Like a fucking carpet that hasn't been shampooed forever. There were pimples and dried scar tissue like he was always sitting on it, like in a truck going cross country. That's what he was. Fucking pathetic bastard. "I'll fucking kill you when I get free!" he promised, and I went and lay on his back, putting my mouth right next to his ear. "We live way far away from anything, honey-bunch," I hissed. "We got chains in the barn, ropes...all kinds of shit. I could tie you up so you'd never get free - ever. And then who's gonna kill who? But you know what? I've been listening to your stupid fucking mouth for (I saw the number 18) eighteen years and I just now got tired of it. You and that small, limp dick you push at me whenever you get home. You know I just don't remember the last time I even saw it hard. Must've been when your sister came to visit two years ago." Then this whole memory came to mind, but it wasn't anything I remember doing. It sure was juicy though! "She was so pretty!" I went on to Chester. "I mean, golly, you know? My age, right? In her 30s. But such a sweetie. Cute legs, pretty ass! Did you know that she and I got naked together when you left on that run to Albuquerque? Just totally naked for three days - didn't put a scrap of clothes on the whole time. We just made love everywhere - even right there where you're laying now. Lesbian stuff Chester. We licked each other's pussy, sucked each other's tits. And what's funny is she's your natural sister, right? Except she was a waaaaay better lover than you ever were. I guess that kind of shit just doesn't get inherited, huh? Too fucking bad too. In fact she actually said the same thing about you; said that when you two used to fuck--" "Shut up you whore!" Chester said. "You don't know nuthing about us! You don't know how it was. How much we loved each other..." Then I got this whole scenario - on top of that first one - and it made me feel sorry for the guy all of a sudden." "Yah, she said how much she loved you too," I told him more gently, not that he deserved it for beating up on...me. "And about how kind and sexy you were and how you loved kissing her feet and having her pee all over you..." "Shut up damn it!" "Why should I?" I said. "It's not like it was a bad thing, right? You enjoyed it, right? Well, she did too." "But it was all wrong. Filthy. Perverted." "You were both of age though." "Still." "And so you take it out on me, you pathetic fuck? Is that it? You beat me up for somethin's not my fault? She says she can't stand you because you got mean and nasty to the whole world. 'the fuck's the matter with you?" Chester started balling like a baby after that. I stepped back and leaned against the wall, arms crossed, just staring at him. Then I thought Xaziil...thoughts and shape blow like wind... and there was that same cool tingle all over me and I looked down and panicked because I was 'me' again - a dude with a big boner! I didn't get why I'd be hard, but I glanced in the mirror and saw I wasn't 'me' Me; I was some other dude. Pretty good looking, but...hairy - like dear ol' Chester. Then I saw this whole other scenario and I was thinking 'Oh my god, not that! That's too fucking gross!' I noticed a pump bottle of hand lotion on the dresser, one that Chester's wife used, walked over to it, got some squeezed out in my hand and smeared it over the end of my prick. Except, now I was the chick again - Chester's wife! And I'd strapped this dildo on my crotch and had just smeared the lotion on the end of it. It was fucking freaky, like a dream that kept slipping sideways through reality or something! Then I pumped the bottle again and got my palm full of the stuff, strolled over to Chester and knelt on the bed beside him. I put my gooey hand up his crack and totally smeared it full of lotion, then straddled his ugly, hairy ass and aimed the head of the dildo right where I knew his bung-hole would be. I pushed gently. "What the fuck are you doing!" he yelled, but I leaned over close to his ear again. "My pretty girl," I whispered softly. "What? What did you say?" "My pretty honey-girl," I went on. "So soft and pretty all over. Slim and slender and cute..." Then I rolled and pushed my pelvis and felt the dildo slip through Chester's hole. It was still gross because he smelled of sweat and beer, but I pushed and felt him shiver beneath me. It felt like I was sitting on a horse that had just been ridden hard, but I kept pushing and the thing kept disappearing between his fat ass-cheeks. "Ah, so sweet, so soft..." Chester didn't move. He held perfectly still like he had just dropped a book in a library and everybody was just about to look his way. Then I pulled back and shoved in again, then again, and he inhaled and sighed. "That's right, pretty girl," I said, nibbling his earlobe, and in my mind I saw Chester, much younger, maybe early 20s, on hands and knees with this other dude, also in his 20s, kneeling right behind him. This other guy was fucking Chester like a bitch, and well, Chester 'was' a bitch. A total chick! Hairy, but squirming like a woman, gasping and moaning and sounding really chick-like too. I kept ramming him steadily and reached up and undid his wrists, and when I did, I knew he could've turned and slapped me across the room - for which I would've castrated him on the spot - but instead he pushed up slowly, pushed back so he was on hands and knees, and just let me keep doing what I was doing. Then he started thrusting back against my thrusts, enjoying this really gross - but sexy in a way - ass-fucking. Dream Shapes Ch. 01 At one point I reached around to check on the status of his prick and he flinched, thinking I was going to tear his nuts off or something (gee I wonder why), but I found he had a huge, stiff boner and so I put my hand around it, squeezed it, felt it flex up even harder, and then let it go. "...my sweet girl's so 'hard'," I whispered, and I started to really give to Chester. Alan. That's who it was. Alan had been Chester's twin brother. I understood it all in a flash. Alan had died years before in a car crash. But Alan had had more male qualities while Chester had had more feminine traits. Except for the hair though. They'd both been pretty fuzzy. But Chester, before he let life and beer get to him, had been pretty slim and well, pretty. He'd even gotten into shaving his body to look more feminine and Alan and he had done lots of fucking - and I mean lots. His brother's unexpected death had crushed Chester. He'd resorted to his sister, who'd always had lesbian leanings and had had a crush on the femme looking Chester, but...it had never been quite right. "...oh my god Alan..." I heard Chester moan and the he was shaking and shivering and gasping for air. I reached around and down and found his dick undulating, spitting out this HUGE load of cum all over the sheets between his knees. It just kept coming out and I kept ramming his ass, and it went on and then it ended. Just like that. Chester flopped forward on his face, panting for air and I followed him down and finally eased the rubber dick out of him. "Oh my god Angie..." he breathed. "My god that was so good, so good..." I felt a certain weird sense of astonishment from somewhere in the person I was...transformed into. I guess that's the only way to say it. Angie, the beaten wife. A part of her was with me and she was feeling and learning and seeing the things I was seeing - like we shared a consciousness. "Well, you could've asked, you know," Angie whispered in Chester's ear and I saw her lean down close and kiss his lobe again, and I found myself leaning against the wall again, watching. Now it looked a little sexier than before - with Angie's not-to-shabby form straddling Chester's still-pretty-gross body. Then Angie wiggled her bottom a little, making the underside of the dildo saw between his butt-cheeks, and Chester gasped and sighed again. "...how could I?" Chester breathed. "Tell my wife that I'm queer? That I like having my ass plowed?" "Oh you're not queer, honey," Angie said. "You're just...there's just a part of you that's a woman, is all." "My sister tell you all this?" he asked, and Angie shook her head and then glanced around the room. Chester, still flat on his face, didn't see anything. "...Uh, not exactly, baby," she said, carefully. She looked right at me but didn't see me. I smiled at her and felt glad that things - at least some - had worked out. About fucking time too. Then I pushed up from the wall, took one step and found myself in another home somewhere. I looked down at myself, and you guessed it, I was still without clothes. I was thinking that the next time I did the freaking Scott Bakula thing it would be nice if I landed in a department store somewhere, and then I heard this grunt and turned and looked right at this person on yet another bed. I couldn't tell if it was male or female from the angle; all I saw was a dark-haired head, which was lowered so I couldn't see the face, and then pale white shoulders and arms, slender hands, and then pale thighs and knees sticking out the side. The hair was long (hanging down and concealing the chest) and the thighs were hairless so I figured it was a chick, but either way there was another pug-ugly brutish looking fuck right behind her/him, slamming away quite happily. Then the fuckee raised its head and...I still couldn't tell. I knew I was invisible so I walked around to get a side view. Male or female, the person in front, on hands and knees, was really beautiful. I still had to go with 'chick' though because of the paleness and smoothness of the skin. The shape of the ass was pure chick, and the legs were too. Then I moved a little closer and ducked my head sideways and down and...it was a guy! A small, stiff little pecker with tiny balls swinging back and forth from the bounce he was getting from the man behind him. I checked the chest when the long hair swayed forward and...there were no tits there. And with guy-nipples. A tranny! Pretty though. Then the fucker behind him made a face and grunted and rammed himself deep and the baby-cakes in front gasped and shivered. His whole body went stiff - including his schlong - and for a moment I thought he was going to explode in all directions from how tense every part of him was. He started undulating back and forth against the ugly guy, I guess trying to get the spurting dick to rub all deep inside him, but the guy in back shoved in two more times and then pulled out - pretty coldheartedly I thought. Just yanked his slick pud out and pushed the pretty-guy flat on his face. Then he got off the bed, got some boxers and a shirt on and walked out of the room. The tranny burst into tears, and though I don't know any trannies well enough to feel anything for them, I felt a lot for this one. I mean, he was exactly like a chick who's just been fucked and dumped. Like just a piece of meat to gush cum into and that's all. I went to sit on the bed beside him, feeling to at least pat his shoulder and say 'there, there' but my hand passed right through him and the bed. Then I was wondering how I could be 'sitting' on the bed, and when I thought that I suddenly fell straight through the bed, the floor and waited for the impact of the floor below. I guess I must've gotten my shit together in that last moment because there I was, standing there on the floor like I'd been there all along, watching Ugly Guy sitting and watching television. I figured the falling-through-floors-thing was a mental one and I'd figured it out, but now Ugly took all of my attention. Then the tranny came out from the kitchen wearing shorts and a blouse and handing Ugly a beer! I thought I was the only one able to drop through floors that fast, but here he was. Except - he had different hair or something. Something different. Ugly took his beer and Pretty Tranny turned and strolled off and I saw Ugly watching his ass as he went. His ass and legs and his bare feet. Something wrong. I tried to 'will' myself to go up through the floor again but couldn't and so took the stairs. I found the room I'd been in and there was Tranny, butt-naked still, sobbing horridly on the bed. Two of them? I so wanted to comfort this one though. They were twins, had to be. Both 20ish, and both living under the same roof with Ugly. Their father? I ran downstairs and watched Ugly watching the other tranny going about the kitchen, making supper. His eyes were all over that pretty butt, that's for sure. Butt and ankles and hips and waist. Then Tranny II leaned out the kitchen. "Stew's on daddy. Gotta go potty - be right back!" Then the he ran upstairs, and so of fucking course I had to follow. I ducked into the bathroom just to see, and then 2nd Tranny lowered those shorts and voi la! A bush! This one was pure female. I stepped through the door and into the hall, wanting to give the girl at least a little privacy, and then the door opened and she came out and went right down the hall to her brother's room. She went in and sat on the bed beside him, patting his shoulder like I'd wanted to do, and whispering little comforts to him. Then, just like that, as though she'd done it so many times it was habit, she rolled him over on his back, kissed his still rigid pole, took her shorts down (she didn't have any panties on), and straddled him. She got her brother's dong in her and started riding up and down on it, and as she did she stripped her blouse off and...it was the sexiest thing I'd seen in a long time. Kinky but sexy! About five minutes later, the brother was cringing and gasping and saying he was going to come, and the sister just nodded and smiled down at him and rode him harder. Then the brother came - it was obvious - and the sister kept riding him until he was done. It was actually beautiful in a weird way, but when the sister leaned down and kissed her brother I could see it wasn't all that weird at all. They really loved each other. Then, just like that, she got up, got her shorts and blouse on, kissed her brother again and left the room. She went to the bathroom and flushed the toilet - which was pretty loud - and then pranced happily downstairs and into the kitchen again. Pug Ugly wasn't any the wiser as to what had just happened upstairs. But then the girl came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. She stood before her father and waited until he looked up from his show. (continued) Dream Shapes Ch. 02 (continued from CH 1) "Daddy, I--" "--I know what you're going to say, Stella," he interrupted. "Your brother has always said he don't mind. She's doing what she wants to be--" "--That's the first time you've ever called him a 'she', daddy." "Okay, but it's true. Cori's pretty much your sister now, but it still holds true; a father ain't to screw his own daughter!" "But I 'want' to do it with you, daddy. I don't know how many times I have to say it. Cori and me are of age and I want to do it. I mean you could even do it in my behind if it made it better." "I'm just not doing it, girl, and that's final." "So you get horny for me, and then you do it with Cori? And what about Cori?" "What about her?" "She's just used so you won't actually be poking me - that's horrible! If you're gonna have sex with her, do it for her sake - that's all I'm saying." "And what do you think? I'm a fag or something? Is that it? A guy, like me, fucking a guy?" "But she isn't, daddy! Just look at her. Did you ever really look at her? She's beautiful!" Ugly Dad muted his show and looked up. He had tears in his eyes! "That's just the thing baby-girl. Cori is beautiful, as beautiful as you. But...I don't like the idea that...I'm liking that he has a cock and is all boyish looking! How do you think that makes me feel? I used to think about you when I was fucking him - after that first time when he knew how much I wanted you and he...stepped in for you. He slobbered all over my dick and I almost hit him, but then I screwed his mouth. But I was thinking of you, imagining it was you. Now...I'm liking him for him too much. I hate it! I hate that I'm getting hard just thinking about him and his cute little dick and his smooth body and his pretty face and long hair. I wished I'd fucked you that first time when you offered. Now it's like it's too late or something..." The girl just stood there staring, and I felt a strange urge to go upstairs. I couldn't help it, and then I was heading toward the stairs, still watching those other two, and then I tripped on the bottom step and started to fall and then I was on the bed looking up at the ceiling. I sat up, looked down at myself and saw that I was now Cori. I could still smell my sister's scent all over me, could still feel the shivering pleasure that we'd just shared. I stood and looked at myself in the mirror and now, face-on, I could see that I, or Cori, was actually quite beautiful, even with his flat chest and narrower hips. The legs were long and slim like his sister's, the tummy flat, the shoulders smooth and feminine, and the face - an exact duplicate of Stella's, big eyes and all. I could see how Daddy Ugly would fall for this guy/girl. But I could also see how he'd feel weird about it - about being a guy and getting a boner for another guy. But as I was studying Cori's smooth curves, I sensed certain thoughts and emotions that were still floating around. It wasn't like I'd shape-changed into Cori - I was merely occupying his body for the moment. There were lots of dark, dreary, fucked-up thoughts; suicide, jumping off high places, pills, razors. Ugly shit. And then I was thinking, 'why all this for that fat ugly fuck downstairs? You're so beautiful!' But I'm not. I'm ugly "Huh?" I'm a freak. "You're a beautiful freak then," I said to the empty room and the image in the mirror. Then I saw a pair of scissors on the night stand. I should just cut them off! Just snip them off and then he'd like me, he'd want me for what I am... "Now wait a fucking minute!" Why? Why should I? He thinks I do it only because of her, so he can pretend it's her while he's using me. I don't mind it. But...I do it because of me, too. I wanted him that first time and so yes, it was selfish. I offered myself to him and he took me and he fucked me and he got off thinking it was Stella and I didn't care! I just loved being touched by him and fucked by him and just being with him! And she's everything I could never be - soft and curvy and feminine. She doesn't have a cock and balls and she has beautiful breasts and a perfect face and-- "--Stupid! You're identical twins for shit's sake! You have the same exact face. Your bodies are so identical you don't even miss the extras! What are you fucking blind or something? I tell you what: let's go downstairs - right now." I turned to the door but there was an urge to go to the closet first to get some clothes. I ignored it and opened the door and walked down the hallway. I'd pretty much memorized the fucking hallway by now. But then I was going down the stairs, bare feet not making a sound, and then the ongoing conversation between daughter and father started to drift up to me. "...well he Cori wants you too, did you know that?" "...no...." And then I was there at the edge of the living room. Stella was facing the stairs so she saw me first, but Dad was facing the television and didn't. "It's because you never asked me, daddy," I heard myself say - except it was in Cori's voice. I walked up to him as he turned to look. I didn't feel proud or haughty or angry; just meek. "Get upstairs, you!" Ugly said. "I'm done with you. What more do you want?" "This," I said, and then I watched - from Stella's eyes suddenly - as Cori knelt in front of his father, pulled his already stiff joint out and started sucking on it. Ugly Dad just stared, and then he glanced up at Stella and I smiled and nodded. "See?" she whispered, and then, just like that, she stripped her clothes off and went and knelt beside her twin and I realized I was leaning against the wall, watching the whole thing. And it wasn't only cute, it was fucking incredibly hot because when Cori noticed his sister there, he moved aside and let her have a couple of good long sucks, and then she gave way and he sucked, and then they did that thing where they turned their mouths sideways against the cock and each one slid back and forth, one on each side of daddy's dick. I wished there was room for three because I suddenly wanted in on that action! Ugly's head finally fell back, his eyes closed and he just enjoyed it. I mean, I would too with two precious, loving people like that servicing my prick! I was just wondering if it was time to leave, then realized I'd know it was time when I was somewhere else, and since I wasn't, it wasn't. I went and had a seat on the couch. Jerry Springer came on and even though the television was still muted, I could see that it was another 'family affairs' type thing. I started watching it and would've checked my watch if I had it (or anything else on), and then there was a commotion at the armchair where the real family affair was going on. I turned to look just in time to see Ugly standing and pulling his shorts down and off and then reaching down and picking Cori up in his arms. He walked in an almost triumphant way directly towards the couch - where I was sitting, and I only got up in time to watch Cori be laid down and Ugly kneel at his side. "Don't think I'm queer or gay or a homo, okay son? Well, actually I mean to say - 'daughter'. But, I've been wanting to do this a long time now..." Cori looked up at his dad in surprise but nodded, and then watched in total amazement as Ugly turned and started sucking on his mini-erection. Cori's head fell back and she gasped, and then the dad leaned his arm between Cori's legs and put a thick finger up the boy's butt-hole. Behind and to his side, Stella simply knelt, watching what was going on and grinning ear to ear. I was still waiting to get zapped someplace else and I was just realizing that if I didn't I was probably going to have to start masturbating - that's how fucking incredibly hot it was, what was going on! - but then I felt my erection and all of a sudden I had a small finger-like dick in my mouth, and I was in Ugly's body! And his thoughts were pretty much like he'd said. He - I - could feel the presence of Stella just behind and off to the side; it was like a warm fire that warmed my back. I sucked the thing in my mouth and watched the twisting, squirming reaction of my beautiful son/daughter, but at the same time wanted the other. Well, he actually wanted both of them. Then I made a decision, right or wrong. I stopped slurping on that thing - which was hard to do because I was getting into it (it was like an oversized clit) - turned and grabbed Stella's hand. I pulled her over next to me, then moved aside and coaxed her to do what I'd been doing. After a moment of uncertainty - or at least a face that looked that way - she went to it, and for a long moment I just sat there in Pug-Ugly's body, watching. It was such a special, silent, beautiful thing! And I could tell, by the rising of Ugly's prick, that the sight of his slim daughter, on her knees and leaning over like that, really got to him. I reached out (something he normally would have found difficult), and stroked my fingers down her rump. She gasped and looked back at me, her mouth still full of her brother's cock, and unable to say anything, she just nodded and winked! Then I was standing back by the wall again, watching as Ugly got up behind Stella and inserted himself into her. She held still, only breathing deep when her father's thing entered her, and then she braced her elbows on the edge of the seat cushions while she resumed sucking her brother's joint and while her father started to pound her from behind. In her cunt actually, and yes, I looked! Then the room faded and I was thinking, "Hey now - wait! I never get to see the conclusions of anything! What the fuck gives?" Then I heard the voice of that technician dude who had given me that...that spell about wind and thoughts and shit. He said, "Your request is granted Chamiil..." And all of a sudden I saw a 3-D flash: Dad was balling Stella while she sucked Cori, then he pulled her back, turned her, and went on balling her while he leaned over sideways and sucked dick; then fast-forward and Stella and Cori were both on their knees, leaning over the front of the couch while Dad went back and forth between them, stuffing each full of his dick and giving them what-for before going to the other - just back and forth; then flash-forward - Stella and Cori in sixty-nine, Stella beneath, sucking dick with Cori eating pussy, and then Dad getting up behind Cori and reaming him; then he flops them over and reams Stella; fast forward, Dad sitting back against the front of the couch, two pairs of pretty feet massaging his prick - he spooges all over them; fast-forward, Dad watching Cori and Stella getting it on, Stella riding Cori for awhile, sitting on top of him, then Cori on top of his sister, banging her like a guy; flash-forward and Stella was atop her Dad, riding him, then making way for her brother who also rode him female-style, then another flash and Cori's on his (or her) back, legs up and open, Dad balling his ass hard (that's when I noticed they were now in bed and not on the living room floor) and licking his legs at the same time, another flash and Dad spurts in Stella's pussy, a flash and Cori's licking the jiz out of his sister's cunt while Dad watches, a flash and they're all in the shower and Dad's pissing all over the twins as they kneel there laughing and gasping happily; fast-forward with the three of them in bed again - showered and clean - Dad laying back, legs spread, watching the twins go up and down on his big-toes; a flash forward and they're all three snuggled up together, fast asleep. All the thoughts and feelings and emotions just downloaded into me directly and at the end of it I was so hot I couldn't even think! "Chamiil?" "What! Ooops, sorry man. Yes?" "You have gone beyond the time now. You will be returned." And I didn't get to say two goddamned words and I was back in my own bed, in my own body, staring at the ceiling. My pecker was staring at the ceiling too because I just couldn't get it out of my mind what all those people had been doing! I decided to get up and go to the bathroom and relieve myself and I was sitting there, dick in hand, jerking off into the toilet and I thought of the beautiful Elf-Alien chick Imlan and all of a sudden my dick was gone. I looked down and I was jerking thin air! But a chick's crotch was there and I looked up and there were chick-thighs and then I stood and looked in the medicine cabinet mirror and Imlan was staring back at me! So I started feeling my boobs up. I wasn't 'inside' her like with the others; I'd morphed into her. So I was just about to orgasm and I thought of Angie, the beaten-wife and I was turned into her instantly and I had a dildo on and I could imagine Chester's butt right before me and the pressure of the dildo base against my pussy-bone, and then I thought of the next place I'd gone and...I wound up changing into each of the people I'd seen in my dream! So anyhow, that's the way it's been going recently, after that first time. I can't seem to control it. I think of someone, and I'm them - just like that. And the people I see, not the same ones but always new ones, I guess I'm some sort of go-between or helpful alien shape-shifter or someone who takes over for awhile to iron things out. It...is satisfying to a certain degree but it always leaves me totally horny. Some nights I change into a chick just so I can get some sleep and not poke a hole in my sheets, but even then. That's it for now. Like I said, I think it was a dream, but though there's proof of some sort - like that I'm typing this as completely gorgeous powder-blue complexioned alien princess from somewhere (with a third hole between my legs!) - who's gonna believe me? Oh, that technician guy is calling! Gotta go and be someone else for awhile. Ah, a shape-shifter's job is never done! # # #