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A big thanks to all those who provided feedback on the original Body Shifters story and helped me craft this one. Also, it wouldn’t be right not to mention that some ‘Body Shifters’ have found their way into stories by Seraglio.

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Body Shifters: Sarah’s transformation
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CHAPTER 1: The honest man
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‘Easy cum, easy go…’ as they might say.

By now all the single horny men were fully staffed with nymphomaniac goddesses attending to their every need. Their giant cocks hosing their lovers as fast as inhumanly possible. Those that fed would spawn more lovely creatures, hungry creatures, yet more mouths to feed in this already overcrowded world.

By now all the easy cum had gone.

We now enter the second stage, a few years after Sperm production peaked. A world where the human birth rate had fallen to an all time low, where men were slowly diminishing in number, getting older, weaker, while the demand for their sperm continued to rise relentlessly.

Shifters went hungry, while wombs remained empty.

You could say that this made things difficult, as slowly, unnoticeably at first, the world changed in a different way.

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Gary was something of a rarity: An honest married man, i.e. one that still went to work and managed to overcome the constant sexual advances coming at him from every direction.

He’d been married since before the Shifters arrived, and he wanted to do everything in his power to stay that way.

Sarah walked into Gary’s office cubicle, flicking a lock of her dark curly hair over her tall athletic figure.

“Hi lover” she said with a sexy smile, “I just thought I would drop by over lunch and see how you’re doing?”

“Not bad, but isn’t your school across town?” Gary replied, somewhat surprised to see his primary school teaching wife visit him in his office.

“Yea, the traffic was hell, but you’re worth it” Sarah explained as she reached over to give him a warm hug. Momentarily providing a glimpse of her perfect apple sized breasts between the buttons of her white shirt.

“Ok, what’s the password?” snapped Gary as he rolled his office chair backwards, suddenly as paranoid as ever.

“What do you mean honey?” replied Sarah, looking a bit confused at her husbands strange behaviour.

“Look bitch, you’re not my wife” Gary interrupted, his anger now showing up clearly in his voice.

They stared at each other for a moment, seeing who’d be the first to blink.

“Oh, please yourself” Sarah said as she shook her head, allowing her naturally dark curls to give way to long voluptuous blond hair. The anonymous Shifter woman slid her hands over her smoothly morphing body, as her breasts increased in volume and filled her shirt. Then, perhaps for effect, she ran her hands down her long and oh so perfectly formed legs, emphasising how short her skirt hand become and that the offer for sex was still very much open.

After another moment of silence, the shifter woman got the message and walked out as quickly as she had walked in.

‘Man that was close’, he whispered to no one in particular as he loosened his shirt and nervously sipped on his bottle of clear mineral water. Knowing he intentionally missed out on the ultimate excuse for a cheating lover:

“But how could I know she wasn’t you?”

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Now this was worth it, he thought as Sarah, this time the real Sarah, was riding up and down his cock.

“This mortgage is killing us” she moaned, after brushing some of her sweaty dark curls away from her face.

Gary replied with a sound resembling an “Uh?”, as he tried to maintain the feeling of arousal.

“Its no use, I can’t get it off my mind” she continued as she stopped her rocking motion with Gary’s rock hard cock still inside her.

“Oh come on, you know I haven’t had a pay rise in two years. What with all this cheap labour and stuff” he replied, knowing from experience that by now it was pointless to try and get things going again.

“There aren’t enough kids you know” she said, “The city council are talking about closing our school down and moving all the remaining pupils over to Santon to save money.”

“But that’s miles away” Gary said, shocked at the news. “That would be like an hour commute for you?”

“More like two and a half… and that’s assuming I can find another teaching job over there, that is”

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After that emotional blow, it wasn’t until breakfast the next day that Gary was able to muster up enough courage to announce his own bad news.

“Hon, I don’t know how to tell you this but they had a Shifter amnesty at work yesterday. Anyone who was a shifter could ‘come out’ and still keep their existing pay check.”

“Oh god, why did they do that” asked Sarah, a little scared at what was coming next.

“Someone in HR thought it would be a good idea, what with the new equality laws coming in next month.” he explained, and then paused for a moment. “You know those geeky guys I work with in IT?”

“Yea?” she replied suspiciously, as her mind pre-empted what Gary was about the say.

“They are now all busty girls.”

“Oh” replied Sarah, her face one of shock.

“Apparently there are only like five or six guys left in the whole building…” said Gary, with a bit too much eagerness, “…that still bother coming into work every day” he tailed off as he realised how this news was affecting Sarah’s facial expression.

“You won’t leave me for a room full of Shifters will you?” she asked, a tear forming in her eye.

“No of course not babe, I love you and we are going to raise our son together. Just like we planned” he said, with as much confidence as he could show.

They held each other, her tears flowed.

He did what he could.

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“Maybe we could get an au pair, or a maid or something?” suggested Sarah a few weeks later while changing a nappy on their eight month old baby son.

“How could we afford that?” said Gary somewhat doubtfully, knowing how tight their finances were right now.

“I don’t know, maybe we could sell some of your sperm to make ends meet?” Sarah joked, dismissively.

“Or get a shifter to stay with us” replied Gary half heartedly.

Sarah just glared at him.

Gary looked up from the newspaper ads and made eye contact with his wife. “Oh come on, everybody else has one.”

“I don’t want to let one of those things in our house” said Sarah defiantly.

However, after three months of childcare costs and her hellish commute, Sarah eventually changed her mind.

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“So, how much childcare experience have you got?” Sarah asked.

Gary and Sarah were sitting on their dark leather couch. A slim, pale skinned Shifter woman was sitting across from them on a small wooden chair. She appeared to be somewhere in her late teens, with shoulder length brown hair and perfect, featureless skin.

She wore a traditional black maid’s uniform with white frills and a thick black dress long enough to hide her feet. Somehow it had become appropriate for this kind of thing to come back into fashion, now that you could count on any number of Shifters to be willing to work around the clock for almost nothing.

“Oh I’ve been around for 5 days now, but I have many experiences from those that came before me” the Shifter explained, her facial expression polite and submissive. “We have been maids at the Robinsons for fifteen generations now” she said, referring to Mrs Robinson, the middle-aged company secretary that Gary had asked for help finding reliable household help.

“How long is that?” Gary asked the woman, a little confused at her initial answer.

“About eleven months” replied the woman without looking up.

“You know that this job involves full time childcare, cleaning, cooking and miscellaneous household work”, Sarah paused to see what kind of reaction this would be getting. “We can’t afford to pay you cash, so you will receive one shot of sperm a month.”

“A week?” said the woman, looking up immediately at the mention of Sperm and surprising Gary at how quickly they had entered the ‘negotiation’ phase.

“One a fortnight” replied Sarah without drawing a breath.

“Can I take it myself from source?”

“Definitely not, I’ll give it to you” replied Sarah, keeping it cool and not wanting to go down this particular road.

“Call me Samantha” the shifter woman smiled, knowing the negotiation was over and quickly changing the subject.

“Ok, that’s the deal... When can you start?” asked Gary, wanting to get this odd conversation over and done with.

“Immediately” smiled Samantha, rising to her feet.

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If there was one thing Sarah could say about Samantha, it was that she certainly knew what she was doing. She was always polite and courteous, smartly dressed in her traditional maid’s uniform and would always have breakfast prepared every morning before Sarah or Gary got downstairs.

What Gary noticed was that Samantha would never look at him when his wife was around. But when Sarah wasn’t around, that traditional maid’s outfit of hers would get a bit shorter, tighter, more revealing in subtle indescribable ways. A little bit kinky even? Gary wondered to himself if that last part was perhaps just his imagination or that this Shifter woman was sending him a message.

Being always on hand in ways only a Shifter could, Samantha soon became an essential part of the family, earning their trust. Sarah could go to work confident that someone was always there to look after the baby, and keep the rest of the household clean and in good order.

Payment on the other hand, was a little less than conventional.

Gary sat on the bed with his trousers around his ankles, as he stroked his elongated member with both hands. Payment time had come around again, but today Sarah was just watching him as she somewhat impatiently held a disposable plastic cup underneath his cock.

Somehow Shifter payment day had gotten routine.

Under pressure to deliver, Garry seemed to be taking a bit longer than usual to find his climax. So Sarah grabbed his free hand and roughly placed it around her B-cup breast. For the first time in a while he felt her soft flesh thorough the thin material of the nightshirt. Holding his hand tightly, she made a small circular massaging motion until Gary once again became hard. Waiting for him to bring himself to climax, she carefully positioned the cup to capture the first few shots of culimitive, trying to avoid spilling any of his stuff or worse getting any on her.

A few spurts later, he had managed to fill the cup about a quarter of the way.

Sarah glanced suspiciously at the contents for a moment, a small look of disgust showing on her face before she stood up and took the cup to the bedroom door.

Outside waited Samantha, who gladly took her payment and drank the contents in one go, exposing her brilliantly white teeth while doing so. She shivered a little in quiet ecstasy while she took a moment to savour the taste in her mouth, before exploring the rest of the cup with her elongated tongue.

Sarah felt that no matter how many times they did this, it never got any less odd.

Standing there watching her maid feed, she considered how much Samantha had grown since she had first seen her. She was no longer the skinny childlike creature that had first arrived, but now she had a taller, fuller more womanly shape to her.

The difference being most noticeable around the breast region where Samantha had now gone from flat chested to a more mature B-cup, somewhat resembling her own mammarys.

If she had to guess, she would say Samantha was somewhere in her early to mid twenties.

Other changes were obvious too, such as her dark brown hair having grown longer and curlier. It now flowed over her petit but perfectly formed shoulders and curled around the soft cotton of the black maid’s outfit that she always wore. Every time Samantha turned her head, she looked like something out of a shampoo commercial.

From Gary’s perspective it was nice to have two sexy women living semi-harmoniously together in the same household. Quietly, he wondered how long such a situation could last.


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After Gary’s car had left the driveway, Samantha was left alone in the house with the baby.

Opening the refrigerator door, she found the unopened carton of milk that Sarah had bought from the Supermarket the previous day.

Samantha opened it up and drank a sip.

“Hmm” she considered out loud, only the baby there to hear. “Pasteurised, semi-skimmed, from grain fed cows from somewhere north of here” she said as her body analysed its chemical composition and apparent taste. “There is only minor micro-bacterial growth, probably refrigerated transport, with a few days on the shelf” the Shifter continued, as the small child just stared at her attentively from the baby chair, as he always did.

Samantha knew a lot about milk.

Opening the carton up fully, she leant her head back and gulped the whole contents down as fast as it could come out. Her Shifter body quickly adsorbing the nutrition, as her breasts began to fill up with a special composition of her own making. Her chest growing slowly in size as they filled with a special mix of fats, proteins, vitamins, enzymes and hormones, chosen carefully to reproduce an overall taste and colour of the original article. It was important that this would be indistinguishable from the real thing.

Moving away from the window, Samantha ran her hand down along the centre of her maid’s uniform, where a parting appeared from where there had previously been none. Moving her hand inside she allowed one of her enlarged breasts to poke through the opening. Placing the empty milk carton over her somewhat enlarged teat, she gently squeezed her flesh, releasing a spurt of white milky fluid that quickly refilled the empty carton.

A few moments later she screwed the lid back onto the carton and placed today’s batch of warm Shifter milk back into the refrigerator, knowing that it would be properly chilled by the time someone came home.

Samantha had decided that Gary’s libido needed a little bit of nurturing.

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“You wanted to see me”, Gary asked sticking his head through the doorway of his bosses office.

“Yes of course Gary, why don’t you come in” said the leggy redhead that sat on the large mahogany desk, still making a few notes on an A4 notepad.

“Err hi, hello there” said Gary, expecting his forty something male boss to be waiting for him, after getting a summons by email.

“Call me Penelope” she said with an outstretched hand, “I’ve been your boss for the last six months”

“Oh right” he said, as his brain processed the shock new information. “So you must have come out in the last amnesty?” he asked, without losing his cool.

“Yea, that’s about right” she smiled, with the most perfect white teeth he had ever seen. “…And I just wanted to have a little one-on-one with all my team before we get started on the new infrastructure project”.

Gary blinked.

“Can I offer you some coffee?” she smiled.

The meeting went as one would expect, talking about turnover of key personnel, new specialists being employed, timescales and cost estimates. As she talked it became clear that he was going to be the only man on the project team or, at the rate things were going, he was likely to be the only man left in the building.

It was then that things started to feel not quite right.

He noticed that their hands would somehow meet every time she handed him a printout. Then he found that every couple of minutes Penelope would cross her legs, giving him an easy view of the clean shaven cunt underneath her unnecessarily short skirt.

To avoid staring, he lay back on the soft leather sofa provided. The thought of what his wife Sarah would think about the situation, helping Gary remain focused.

He sipped again on his relaxingly milky coffee, as he noticed Penelope’s warm breath on his ear as she whispered a few technical details in her soothing feminine voice.

She was much closer now he noticed, almost leaning over him as he found it harder to concentrate on what she was saying. As she spoke he found his cares start to drift away as a gentle chemical fog descended onto his mind.

His eyes felt heavy as he started to forget where he was and what he was doing there. It felt good when a slender feminine hand gently ran itself up his leg and started massaging his rapidly swelling cock.

It was most agreeable to hear her lusty voice complementing his intelligence, his strength, his masculinity. He could hear her make erotic suggestions, telling him to relax, to just lose himself in her words.

His heavy eyes shut themselves, when he felt a soft pair of breasts press against his chest. An unseen pair of hands started to sensually unbutton his shirt, while another lovingly stoked his cheek.

Penelope’s warm lips joined with his, as she held him in a soft sensual kiss that seemed to last forever.

“Just lie back and let yourself go” she suggested in her sultry tone, her face directly in front of his. “Why don’t you let Penelope handle all the work”.

Gary blinked awake, suddenly realising where he was.

“Sexual harassment is still illegal in this country isn’t it?” he blurted out, having to refocus his eyes to see his bosses face only inches away. Quickly regaining his senses, he discovered that his flies had been unzipped and Penelope had his hard member out and grasped in both hands.

“Yes” his new boss replied, running an additional hand through her hair as she voluntarily withdrew her slender feminine form from his chest. “…for the moment” she continued ominously as yet another pair of hands slid down her slender naked body and groped her breasts provocatively.

Penelope was tall and athletic, her double-D breasts as wet and shiny as her hair was long and blond. She presented herself as what any supermodel might look like after walking out of the shower, and made it quite clear that she was all his for the taking.

Or was he hers for the taking?

Gary did what he could, which was to get out of there with as much dignity as a man could after zipping up his trousers and making a break for the gent’s toilet.

“What was I thinking?” he thought to himself later, as he sat alone in the locked bathroom cubicle.



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CHAPTER 2: Interception
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Gary and Sarah had been going at it for hours. Hot, steaming sensual sex, of the kind they’d enjoyed before they’d been married. Every time she came, she just rolled back and kept coming back for more.

Of the many positions they’d done it in, Sarah was right now on her knees bending forward with Gary entering right up behind her. Sweat from hours of exhaustion glistening off her body and rolling down her breasts, her hair wet and shiny.

“What the hell are you doing?” shouted a shocked Sarah, from the bedroom doorway.

“Oh my god I’m sorry!” said Gary, having now just noticed the fully clothed Sarah standing a few meters away, his hands still clasping the fleshy buttock of his naked sexual partner.

He looked down at the ‘original’ Sarah, her smooth naked back oozing sexuality, his manhood still lodged inside of her.

“No, I’m Sarah… she’s lying” insisted the first, her head turned around to face him as she wiggled her womanhood walls around his hard cock.

“No he’s not bitch, he’s mine” Sarah #2 demanded, as she grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the other woman, his cock coming out of #1 with a slippery pop.

“What are you doing with my man” asked another Sarah, who had managed to slip into the room unnoticed. Before Sarah #3 grabbed Gary’s free arm and started pulling in the opposite direction.

“I’m the real Sarah, throw these imposters out Gary” demanded #2 as she tugged on his arm once more, her tight grip digging into his skin.

“No she’s not” insisted #3, “I am” as the other woman tugged a little harder.

“He’s already mine” insisted #1 as she stood up to her knees on the bed, as all he could do was look at the gentle sway of her sweaty breasts.

“Come to me my lover” commanded #1 as she held her arms out in front, beckoning him irresistibly towards her.

Gary woke up with a start.

“What’s wrong” asked the voice of Sarah in the bedroom darkness.

His body moist from sweat, Gary noticed that his cock was hard, but his mind remained fearful and suspicious as he needed a moment to realise that it had all been a dream.

“Are you OK?” asked Sarah in a sleepy voice, as she reached out in the darkness to cuddle her husband.

“I’m fine, just a bad dream” reassured Gary feeling a little embarrassed, as he raised a leg slightly to prevent Sarah discovering how hard he had become. “Do you remember that hotel we stayed in on our honeymoon?” asked Gary, suddenly feeling a little insecure about the identity of the woman sleeping next to him.

“Yes, how could I forget?” Sarah replied, sleepily.

“…And the name of that camera man that kept pestering us with those photos?”

“*Her* name was Que” replied Sarah confidently, realising abruptly what her husband was really asking about.

“I love you, you know that don’t you” whispered Gary in the darkness, as he wrapped his arms around his wife and held her tightly.

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“No you idiot, its spelt c-o-l-o-U-r” shouted Sarah at the short kid with the baseball cap. “Can’t you spell?”

“Err… ‘color’ that’s the way I learnt it” said the unfortunate kid, fumbling a mini dictionary in his hand as his teacher embarrassed him in front of the whole class.

Sarah snatched the mini dictionary away from the student as soon as she saw the cover. “Look, this is a US English dictionary you idiot” she said, angrily.

“So?” he asked, innocently.

“US English doesn’t exist” she said, throwing the book in a nearby bin. “It’s just a stupid regional dialect made up by a bunch of throwbacks who can’t spell.” Pausing for effect, Sarah then threw the homework at the student and said, “Do it again and this time get it right!”

Luckily for the kid, the bell rang and the classroom emptied.

Taking a deep breath, Sarah sat down in her teaching chair and sipped nervously on a paper cup full of lukewarm vending machine tea. Unconsciously she felt the soothing dark liquid somehow cleanse her anger as she waited for the last of the students to leave.

“Why did I chew him out like that?” said Sarah, to no one in particular.

As she looked out on the afternoon twilight through the large classroom window, she considered that maybe it was the new job teaching older students that was getting to her. It seemed like she was now spending most of her time driving to and from work every day, with the endless traffic jams and inconsiderate drivers doing nothing to relieve her frustrated temper.

Standing up, she took a moment to consider herself in the classroom window, the darkness outside bringing her reflection into clear focus. The consequence of months of overwork, it became painfully clear to Sarah that the effects were starting to show.

“That’s not it” she told her reflection.

“Come on Sarah, you’ve been like this for weeks now it’s like… like… like your having period tension every day. Maybe this was hormonal or something?”

It annoyed her that she didn’t understand it.

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Something had changed within Sarah, Gary thought to himself.

It was impossible to tell when it started, but it seemed that every day she was stressed by something a home or at work.

Sex became awkward to talk about.

“Oh, just not tonight... I just don’t feel like it” she might say, or worse “Sex, is that all you ever think about?” implying that he was some kind of sex crazed asshole.

What made it worse was that Gary was now feeling quite horny most of the time, finding himself looking forward to payment day every two weeks for some intimate time with his wife.

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Gary was relieved to be working from home today. His ‘new’ boss was giving him a lot of leeway, which he was glad to take advantage of when he needed to get out of the distractions of working in such an overtly friendly working environment.

Today he would be spared the wolf whistles from the sexy female construction workers, policewomen, and taxi drivers that he had to pass on his way to work.

“I wish I had your problems” Sarah would say, if she was here, which she wasn’t.

Deep in work related thoughts, it took him a moment to hear that the house phone was ringing. But before it occurred to him to reach for it, it stopped dead.

A few seconds later his cell phone rang, with Sarah’s name illuminated on the display.

“Hey Gary, I’m calling from work” said the familiar feminine voice.

“Oh hi babe, what’s today’s password?” said Gary immediately, their telephone protocol now routine.

“Tomatoes” she replied.

“Basel” Gary said, having to peak at some handwriting scribbled on the back of his hand.

“Brazil” was her reply after a short delay.

“I think that’s enough checking” he smiled, “how’s work today hon?”

“Stressful. It totally slipped my mind this morning, but I have to be at a parents committee evening tonight”

“Oh, so they are making you stay at work all night?” said Gary, noticeably disappointed.

“Yea it’s a hassle, so can you ask Samantha to work late for us this evening?”

“Oh I’m sure she won’t mind that, but aren’t we supposed to be paying her tonight? I’m sure she won’t be at all happy if I try and delay.”

“Oh come on Garry, what do you need me for?” she said with a patronising and dismissive tone. “Just do one out by yourself” she said in a way that made him feel a little unappreciated.

“…Or get her to help you” she interjected, in a way that took him totally by surprise.

“Really?” Garry asked, knowing this had always been off-limits talk.

“That’s the last thing on my mind right now” Sarah’s voice said, before rudely hanging up the phone.

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In the kitchen downstairs their baby son was stunned into silence, staring in wide eyed amazement at the feminine creature that stood before him.

On one side he saw the head of Sarah his mother, who was smiling after talking into her black cellular phone. But on the other side of the same body was the head of his father Gary, who was still saying his goodbye to Sarah on the house landline.

He watched as the creature hung up the phone a second time and allowed its two heads to return from different ends of its body and morph back into one. The heads combining as the bodies proportions regained that of a beautiful, large breasted woman with the smiling face of Samantha.

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Samantha took the news rather well.

“Oh, so you mean your wife isn’t going to come home tonight?” the Shifter woman asked innocently as she playfully toyed with her shiny brown hair.

“Sarah has to work late, so she mentioned that we could sort out payment ourselves tonight” Gary explained rather nervously.

“That shouldn’t be any kind of problem” Samantha smiled while licking her dark red lips, as her black maids uniform began to literally shrink.

“Why don’t I get a paper cup from the kitchen?” suggested Gary, getting out of his office chair as what remained of Samantha’s maids uniform took on a sleek leathery look.

“Why don’t you just stay right here” she replied devilishly, as she pushed him backwards towards the bed. Her shiny skin tight outfit glinting in the lamplight, while highlighting her strong and perfectly toned body.

“I don’t think this is what she had in mind” Gary tried to say before he was cut off by her advances.

“I cook, I clean, I change nappies…” she persisted, this time forcefully pushing him so he would fall onto the bed on his back. “…I work day and night to feed you and your family…” Samantha insisted, as she pealed down the top of her leathery maid’s uniform to expose her pert b-cup breasts.

“…And all I ask for in return is just a few small drops of your sperm” she concluded as she straddled his sitting form with her long shapely legs. The tight leather stretching around her waist into a kind of black plastic as it shrank even further, moulding itself tightly around her womanhood, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

She was already unbuttoning his shirt.

“I think my sperm is further down” said Gary, who remained seated on the bed defiantly. A little unsure if he was even allowed to refuse this woman, who’d made herself such an integral part of their lives these past few months.

“This time I get to decide” demanded Samantha, the look in her dark brown eyes revealing a domineering streak not before seen in this normally submissive servant girl. “I think after all my hard work I deserve a little reward, don’t you think?”

“Well, we have come to rely on you…” Gary started to explain before noticing that an extra pair of feminine hands had materialised out of nowhere, and were helping Samantha unbutton his trousers.

“How do you do that?” he asked offhand, as his eyes scanned along one of these new arms to discover that they actually extended out from somewhere behind her back. He figured that they must be there to help Samantha out with the workload, as one of them unzipped this fly and gently released his hard member.

Meanwhile hands one and two slid up Gary’s shoulders and took hold of his head, before gently guiding his gaze upwards until he found himself face to face with this beautiful creature once more.

Samantha closed her beautiful brown eyes and pressed her full red lips against his mouth, savouring the contact.

It was a beautiful moment for Gary, who tasted her sweet lips for the first time, as her tongue danced playfully inside his mouth.

Feeling the intimacy between them both, he took the chance to run his hands up and through her long brown hair. It felt so smooth and full of life, smelling like a delightful combination of nature and femininity.

Without warning Samantha pulled back and broke off the kiss.

Gary just blinked, as she looked at him curiously like one might a sticky personal dilemma. Hands three and four gently covered up his hard member with his underwear.

“What is it?” Gary asked, as she stared at him with big dark disappointed eyes.

“I was sort of expecting you to be all over me by now” Samantha said innocently, feeling a little insecure of herself again. “Am I not beautiful to you?” she asked, her insecurity manifesting itself as her hair gained a dark red gleam.

“Of course you are” replied Gary, holding her arm in sympathy. “It’s just that I’m a married man and you err… took be by surprise?”

“Oh” she said, raising an eyebrow in a way that suggested she didn’t really understand the concept of marriage. Shifter girls were known to have difficulty following any human activity that lasted longer than a few days, i.e. longer than a normal shifter lifecycle.

Gary blinked.

“Of course you are, how silly of me” smiled Samantha, her brilliant white teeth showing through her perfect red lips once again. “You have been so nice to me since I got here, the perfect gentleman”

“Well I wouldn’t say that” Gary tried to interrupt.

“…And all I could think of was my own rewards, how selfish of me” she said submissively, an eyebrow lowered once more in concentration.

“Perhaps I should be giving you something in return” Samantha considered, as she looked at him mischievously out of the corner of her eye. “You know, I can do so many amazing things with this body of mine” she suggested devilishly, as she leaned back to give him another view of her B-cup breasts, before they started magically swelling in size.

Gary was truly amazed.

He’d known that body shifters, as shape shifters by definition could turn themselves into anything they wanted. But up until now he’d thought that they only grew in size after they’d adsorbed sperm. Apparently Samantha had the ability to make her breasts grow at will.

…And grow them she did.

He watched as they reached C-cup, surpassed D cup, then double D, or whatever size came next. Now they were approaching the size of basket balls, as she leaned into him, allowing the soft warmth of her enormous breasts to press into his naked chest.

All the while he could feel other hands massaging his swollen cock, as yet another hand appeared and started massaging her now naked clit.

Looking at the juicy mounds pressed against his chest, he noticed that her teats had grown elongated, as if she was pregnant. Her whole body now one of feminine perfection, ready to give milk.

“Please drink from me, it makes me feel good” begged Samantha, as she raised one of her breasts to his face so he could suckle on her nipple.

Gary touched the soft skin of her warm full breast with both hands, and felt that he could only oblige her.

She breathed in sharply in shock the moment his lips touched her hard elongated nipple, only letting out a soft gentle moan as a small jet of sweet milky liquid entered his mouth.

“Mmm, you taste good” he tried to say as she pressed her full body against him and forced him flat against the bed, her hard teat never leaving his mouth for a moment.

He swallowed the first shot of milk as he felt his cock being manoeuvred into her now well lubricated pussy. He felt how strange it was to feel her wet vagina walls massage and lubricate his cock, in ways he’d never thought possible.

It occurred to Gary that up until now he’d never gone all the way with a Body Shifter.

As his thoughts focused on her beautiful body, he felt her rocking forwards before she forced his enlarged cock deeper inside her body. Now full of milk, Samantha’s enlarged breasts responded to her lying on them by shooting out more white liquid. Causing Gary to drink from her a second time, as her hot tightness enveloped his manhood and new feelings of closeness swelled up inside him with every sip.

He needed to be held, to be loved. To kiss every part of this lovely creature and have her warm body pressed up against him forever. He wrapped his legs around hers as they held each other tightly, her multiple hands running up and down their bodies, going wherever they pleased.

She ran a free hand over her other exposed nipple, as if to compensate for its lack of attention. Her eyes rolled upwards with the additional pleasure, her body seemingly able to adsorb orgasm after orgasm without apparent climax or exhaustion.

Her fingers stroked through his hair, as another hand reached around and held his bottom tightly, pressing his manhood deeper into her pussy. He felt her vagina muscles squeeze around his cock and gently suck him inwards.

For Gary the feeling was incredible, as he felt as if her every pore was eagerly awaiting his climax, his pre-cum already making her shiver with delight.

Her dark red tongue lashed out and playfully licked a bead of sweat off his forehead, as yet another jet of milk spurted into Gary’s mouth, while Samantha became his whole world.

His body shivered as the feelings built up inside him. His cock now sensitive to her every erotic motion, her wet vagina walls simultaneously squeezing his shaft and rubbed the sensitive tip of his cock. Her every action seemingly calculated to send waves of pleasure through his maxed out body.

He couldn’t hold on any more, as his body produced an ultra strong spurt that jetted deep inside of her.

A look of surprised amazement overcame Samantha’s face, as she involuntary screamed out in ecstasy. Inhaling sharply, before moaning loudly, almost growling, in orgasmic pleasure, as each time she pulled him inside of her, he seemed to fill her up with yet another massive spurt of his warm whiteness.

For Gary the feeling was amazing, and Samantha looked positively overcome with pleasure. Looking up over her smooth round breast, Gary saw the most beautiful creature imaginable.

The whites of her eyes glowed brightly in the dim light, her every shrill and shiver one of delight as she drifted away mentally and collapsed on him in exhaustion.

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Time passed while Gary lay helpless on the bed, his body completely spent.

Samantha remained on top of him and effectively pinned his tired body to the bed. Her feminine body sprawled out while her breast continued to drip warm milk over the white bed sheets. Even as she slept, her body still shivered occasionally in erotic delight.

Drifting in and out of consciousness himself, Gary could still feel his unrelenting manhood deep inside her, as all he could do was stare at the bright colours that seemed to dance around the ceiling. His face showing the happy contentment he felt in his mind, as even as she slept, Samantha’s vagina muscles continued to massage his manhood and edge him towards a second climax.

Gary didn’t wake her when he pushed her third and fourth arms out of the way and began to grope her enormous breasts, which were now pressing into his chest. The slow massaging motion he created caused the shifter woman to smile and giggle, even as she slept.

Enjoying himself, he wet the tips of his fingers with her milky produce and began to gently play with the sensitive ends of her elongated teats. She breathed in sharply at the touch, and then let out a gentle moan as he drew small circles around her nipples with his lubricated finger tips.

Sleepily, she started kissing his neck in response as he gently brought her back from unconsciousness. Her vagina muscles gripping his cock ever tighter.

This time he reached down and firmly grabbed her shapely bottom, bringing her eye level with him and his cock deeper into her womanhood as he spurted into her once more.

The contact of his sperm on her skin caused her to wake up immediately. “Oh God” she exclaimed, her face one of both shock and amazement.

This time Gary simply smiled, having been expecting her reaction on this occasion.

Instinctively he held her down tightly, in order to dampen her subsequent movement over his oversensitive appendage, while she simply squirmed in pleasure.

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It took a while for Samantha to regain her composure.

She smiled, satisfied and grateful at this encounter. Gary’s feelings were mutual and true.

She looked down at him with those perfect brown eyes of hers, a look of incontinent sorrow suddenly appeared on her face, just as his last few drops of sperm were sucked out of him by her eager womanhood.

Slowly at first, she started wrapping her long shapely legs around his, while some of her extra hands firmly attached themselves to his arms. Gary’s body and mind still helpless after being overcome with post climax relaxation.

Then, without warning, she reached behind his head and took hold of it firmly. “I need you to forget” Samantha suggested, as she placed her other nipple into his mouth and squeezed down sharply on her breast sharply.

Gary could only swallow the warm milk that forced its way into his mouth. In a moment of confusion, he found himself struggling against the shear strength of this woman, while at the same time feeling his own body getting weaker.

“Forget” she whispered, as her own eyes started to roll back in pleasure of the warm milk leaving her body.

Helpless in her feminine yet firm embrace, Gary’s face began to disappear into the titty flesh, while a cocktail of milky chemicals began to interfere with his ability to form memories.

Samantha’s breasts would put any pharmaceutical company to shame, having instinctively produced a dose of chemicals tailored to Gary’s individual DNA and physiology. An ability that allows a Shifter to subdue and invoke any desired mood and craving in any mate or potential competitor at any given time.

To a Shifter, human bodies are simple things that are easy to manipulate to their own ends. Human minds are driven by subtitle relationships between electronic and chemical processes, process which a shifter is able to impart through via genetic contact. Samantha’s breasts knew how to erase Gary’s memory of the evening because they knew how his brain was built.

“Forget” Samantha commanded, as a few moments later his eyes felt heavy as yet more chemicals sent him into a deep dark sleep.

She kissed his eyes as they started to close.

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The next thing Gary saw was the light of the door opening, with Sarah standing in the doorway.

“Sorry to wake you, but did you see my phone anywhere? I must have forgotten to bring it to work today.”

Gary looked around startled, only now realising that he was in bed, and his clothes were now folded neatly on the chair. He was naked, with a distinctive minty toothpaste taste in his mouth.

He had no memory of going to bed, but when was the last time you worried about that sort of thing?

“Oh there it is” said Sarah, after seeing her phone lying innocently on the dresser.

Gary lay back down as the feeling of tiredness overcame him once more. The image of Samantha’s naked bosom flashed briefly from somewhere deep within his mind.

‘Now were did that come from?’ he thought, before becoming lost to the world in general.



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CHAPTER 3: Takeover
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Women and Shifters are natural enemies.

Two distinct species competing for the same resources, watching them deplete while demand goes ever higher.

Both creatures as devious as each other, willing to fight, beg, steal for what they need. Usually coming down to a question of who wants it more.

But ask yourself this: if they look the same, talk the same, taste the same and increasingly act the same. What is the real difference between a Body shifter and a woman, or for that matter a woman and a Body shifter?

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“So what do you think?” asked Sarah, stepping out of the changing room wearing a pair of tight fitting blue jeans.

Gary chewed on the last of his dry pretzel, as he struggled to get out a suitable complement.

“I mean, did you prefer these or in beige?” she asked as she looked at her rear end in the full length mirror, feeling unimpressed with her own body image and trying to fix it by shopping.

“The others were good too” Gary replied, trying to remember if she was talking about the trousers or the skirt she had tried on an hour ago.

“Oh you’re useless Gary” said Sarah, the frustration of a long day of unsuccessful shopping taking its toll.

“I mean are they even conformable?” asked Gary concerned, seeing how tightly she had packed her womanly curves into the fashionably shaped jeans.

“Are you saying I look fat?”

“Err... no, definitely not” said Gary, taken a back.

“Then what were you trying to say?”

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The argument went that way for some time.

The school had her working such long hours; it was so hard to find the time to take care of herself. Of course she was now a little older; the pregnancy had taken a small but noticeable toll on her figure. Made her curves rounder, her cheeks fuller, so that every morning when she looked in the mirror she was a little more disappointed by what she saw.

Even if she’d been the most secure woman in the world about her marriage it would have been tough, but with men disappearing from the street almost on a daily basis, it was tough on the both of them just to be reminded every day of how things could be.

As Sarah walked towards a clothing isle, she saw a mannequin standing on the raised platform smile down at her, its shiny plastic like skin gently morphing itself until it turned into a doppelganger of Sarah for all to see.

Sarah had never adjusted to the fact that they now used Body Shifters instead of mannequins in shops these days. They were cheaper, would dress themselves, keep an eye on stock and had the ability to show customers how fantastic they ‘could’ look in clothes before they even considered trying them on.

The whole idea made Sarah uneasy from the very start.

Gary gasped as the shifter suddenly sported a bright red dress, exposing some shapely legs and enlarged cleavage familiar to them both, her lipstick dark, her eyelashes suggestive. The shifter was an image of how Sarah could have looked like five, or maybe ten years ago.

Sarah looked fabulous in that dress, she knew wanted it.

But she couldn’t help looking at how well toned the girls stomach was, how easy her bottom fit into that skin tight dress. She couldn’t help but feel that the Body Shifter was being deliberately slim, so as to increase the chances of a sale, or maybe just to spite her, or to steal her man.

Without warning, Sarah grabbed Gary’s hand as she marched him out of the shop.

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“No I did not want to sleep with her” pleaded Gary as he handed the last of their shopping bags to the waiting Samantha.

“So you don’t find me attractive then?” asked Sarah angrily.

“Of course I do” replied Gary, somewhat fearful of her comeback.

“So how come you didn’t find her attractive then?” she shouted, her woman logic unstoppable as always.

“That’s not fair!” demanded Gary, more exhausted from the last few hours of arguing than from the day spent shopping. Feeling powerless as his wife stormed past their maid, up the staircase and towards their bedroom.

A moment passed.

“Hi Samantha, how are you?” Gary asked, finally making eye contact with the servant girl.

In the distance they both heard a door slam.

“Somewhat better than you two today” she said submissively, “…is there anything I can do to help?”

“No, I don’t think so” Gary replied, somewhat frustratingly as the maid started to unpack the shopping and boil the kettle. Her long dark dress flowing around the shopping bags and she moved around efficiently, and packed everything away.

He looked at the staircase nervously, somewhat dreading the fact that he now had to follow his wife upstairs and hopefully unpick this relationship hole they were standing in.

“She’s getting worse” commented Samantha after a few moments, knowing that her place was in the kitchen and not to comment on family matters

“I know, but we’ll work it out” said Gary, with more confidence than he felt as he slowly made his way up the stairs.

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Gary paused at the bedroom door with his head in his hands. What did he do wrong today? What was she really angry about? He tried to rewind the day’s events in his head to work out where this had started, to find an angle to show how understanding he could be.

He had nothing, and to top it all off his cock was growing hard in his pants.

“Hello” interrupted Samantha, with her polite English score.

Gary was startled to see the servant girl suddenly standing behind him with a tray, the smell of hot herbal tea now in the air.

“Why don’t you let me handle that” she said rhetorically, as she carefully walked around him and reached for the door with a third hand.

Gary could only politely stand out of her way, as the woman disappeared into his bedroom before whispering conspiratorially: “just wait here”. A half smile forming on her face as she closed the bedroom door firmly behind her.

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“Oh hi Samantha” commented Sarah, forcing a brief smile while wiping off some of the tears still showed on her face.

“Hi Sarah, I hope you’re OK?” said Samantha with a caring tone, after seeing the crying woman sitting on the corner of the bed. “I’ve noticed how stressed you’ve gotten lately”

Sarah swallowed; the last thing she wanted was to find herself confiding in a Shifter.

“Maybe you just need to learn to relax” Samantha suggested, handing her the freshly brewed tea.

“Mmm, it tastes lovely” said Sarah, after accepting it politely, “…what is it?”

“Its herbal extract”, Samantha replied. “…with a few drops of milk” she whispered into Sarah’s ear as she walked behind where Sarah was sitting and gently ran her hand down the woman’s back.

“Oh the English, always putting milk into everything”

“You like it?” asked Samantha as she ran a slender feminine hand through Sarah dark curly hair.

“I think it’s delightful” she said with all honestly, as a happy smile started to form on her face.

“I see you are very uptight Sarah, perhaps if you let Samantha loosen you up a little you might feel better”

“Oh that won’t be necessary...” replied Sarah, but stopped as she felt a gentle pressure on her back, unknotting an unknown pent up muscle. For a split second, this simple touch gave her more relief than she could have thought possible.

“Drink some more” Samantha suggested as her hands took a firm grip on the woman’s shoulders and pressed down on her pent up back some more.
Sarah drank some more of the delightful tea, feeling it warm up her insides and leave a bright bubbly, yet slightly light headed feeling.

Samantha just continued while expertly working Sarah’s shoulders: “You spend so much time rushing about, never having the time to relax and…“

“I don’t get paid enough, I have to work so much” interrupted Sarah, as he eyelids started to feel heavy.

“You’re talking to the wrong person about being underpaid” whispered Samantha into the Sarah’s ear, as she helped Sarah’s unsteady hand finish her chemically laden tea, before taking the cup away once it was empty.

“Your right, I’m so sorry” replied Sarah as she felt herself drifting in and out of a relaxed dream like state.

“Perhaps you should take off your top and lie on the bed, so I can do this properly” suggested Samantha as she found that her hands were needed to help steady the woman.

Without saying anything Sarah’s hand came up and weakly tried to pull up her shirt, her eyes unfocused but deeply compliant.

“Let me help you” whispered the reassuring words of Samantha, as she lifted off her top and effortlessly unclipped Sarah’s exposed bra.

A large wide eyed smile started for form on Sarah’s face as she felt warm hands caress her soft skin, the housekeeper’s now free to touch the helpless woman wherever however she wanted. Samantha began by reaching around and caressed Sarah’s breasts, making careful observations of size and weight, should the Shifter woman ever find herself needing to impersonate her house-mom.

Sarah felt herself being guided down onto the bed, face down and totally trusting. As her skirt was unbuttoned and slid almost unnoticed down her legs.

Smiling with satisfaction at the naked woman, Samantha reached inside her own top and cupped an exposed teat. Squeezing gently, causing a warm white oily substance to ooze out and into the palm of her hand.

A moment later, Sarah could feel two warm oily hands press down along her back and deep into her spinal muscles. Her every movement releasing days, if not weeks of built up tension inside of her.

“That’s so lovely”, cooed Sarah as she breathed out gently across the bed sheet. “Yea, right there” she continued as she winced in pleasure/pain. “Ohhh… I wish you could teach Gary how to do that” she said with all honesty.

“Oh I can do a lot more” Samantha whispered devilishly, as her own maids uniform started to melt away unseen. “You know this whole being a girl thing is just made up” she explained seductively as she laid a pair of warm succulent breasts onto the back of the helpless woman.

“I could pleasure you in ways Gary could only dream” she said, as a hand made its way downwards and rubbed suggestively against Sarah’s inside leg.

Feeling herself suddenly aroused at the touch, Sarah consciously spread her legs to make her womanhood more exposed.

“Are you sure?” asked Samantha, rhetorically.

“Please” Sarah begged breathlessly, feeling the warm breath of the other woman on her ear, as a moment later she experienced something warm and smooth sliding into her womanhood.

“Your going to like this” whispered Samantha, who had now mounted Sarah from behind and filled her up with an appendage grown out from between her legs. The snake like member wriggled around inside the human woman and grew in thickens as the Shifter started to pump more of herself inside her compliant companion.

“Oh yea” breathed Sarah as the feelings of pleasure brought her back to life, cooing gently as it ran up and down her exposed clitoris with a fleshy touch, while her insides moistened and lubricated its actions.

Sarah felt a renewed energy inside herself, as she bent her knees and moved her bottom backwards to give Samantha a better penetration. Reaching behind with her hands in desire, she grabbed Samantha’s ass to force her deeper inside. All the while the snake became thicker, harder and more staff like, increasing the pleasure for both women as it changed.

“Oh god, that’s amazing” sputtered Sarah, realising that sex had never fell this good, not in a long time. “…If only Gary could see me now” she chuckled, her face still buried in a pillow.

Samantha smiled at this result, satisfied that things were going to go her way as she playfully flipping Sarah over onto her back so they could make eye contact.

“Just call him in” suggested Samantha as she started to run her hands over Sarah’s curvaceous breasts.

“Really?” asked Sarah, feeling a little embarrassed but heavily aroused, as Samantha started kissing around her nipple.

Samantha was too impatient about the delay and instead shouted for herself: “Hey Gary, get in here now”, while silencing Sarah’s protests by stimulating her G-Spot with her Shifter appendage.

Gary walked in to see the two girls on top of each other, their mouths locked together in a passionate kiss, aggressively trying to out caress each other with their slender feminine hands.

It was Samantha who noticed him first, turning her head to face him while Sarah’s attentions moved over to nibbling at Samantha ear, her mind lost in a sexual frenzy.

“There’s a hole free for you here, big boy” the maid said, while orienting her shapely rear end into his general direction, exposing her clean shaven and well lubricated pussy.

Gary watched, stunned while his wife moved on to kissing and caressing Samantha shapely breasts, as her own jutted out requiring attention.

“Make love to us” commanded Samantha, her serious gaze still concentrated on his position, while she remained locked in her womanly embrace.

“What’s the password?” asked Gary fearfully, his manhood now sitting uncomfortably in his trousers.

“Oh just…” kiss, kiss, “…fucking do her...” lick, suck, “…already!” demanded Sarah between mouthfuls of titty flesh.

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“Drink” commanded Samantha, as she held both Sarah and Gary in her arms while they both suckled on her teats, the maid filling their bodies with whatever sweetened, addictive or mood altering chemicals she wished.

Her luscious boobs glistening with sweat, the direct result of the hours of intense three way lovemaking that they had all enjoyed. Both humans now exhausted and immensely pliable, while Samantha felt herself recharged after adsorbing such a generous amount of genetic material.

Samantha had laid them down on the bed and placed their heads on pillows, allowing her to kneel over them and care for them both simultaneously, her milky juices bringing them in and out of consciousness whenever she desired.

“Drink, and realise that now Samantha is in charge” she continued in a soft sensual voice, her words adsorbed and unopposed in their empty minds.
“You need to shift your priorities” she suggested, “…Samantha’s needs are more important than your needs”

The pair listened mindlessly for now, as the luscious milk still clouded their thoughts.

“When you do what’s good for Samantha, you will find that the pleasure will never end” she explained before raising herself momentarily, allowing her nipples to gently pop out of the two hungry mouth, one after another.

It would take days to discover how successful she had been with her conditioning thought Samantha, as she cast her mind back onto which of today’s servant girl duties remained incomplete. Her housemaid instincts, the product of many generations, still reverberating strongly insider her, while her maids uniform began to reform around her shapely body.

As she stood up to leave, she paused, seeing an opportunity in front of her. With a mischievous look on her face, Samantha leant over and gave the unconscious Sarah a deep sensual kiss, allowing her tongue to dance playfully inside the woman’s mouth while she slept.


EDIT: Plus loads more if I ever get around to finishing it…