As soon as he woke up, the first thing that Ethan noticed was how much his chest hurt. He had been drinking a lot the night before, but that was a new feeling to accompany it. He still had the aftertaste of sweet alcohol on his tongue, and as he shuffled his feet under the blankets, he found it to be much bigger and softer than his usual bedding. He must have ended up having drunk sex with some woman. Ethan was a shallow college sophomore, so his main concern was just hoping that she hadn't been ugly.
But when he lifted his head, there wasn't anyone in the bed but himself. A number of fluffy punk and white pillows, and bedsheets so soft and smooth that it reminded him that thread count was even a thing. It didn't explain the weight though... he remembered people talking about heart attacks feeling like an elephant sitting on your chest, but it wasn't quite that. As he sat up, the weight came with him, and a lot of bleach-blonde hair fell over his shoulders.
Ethan had short, black hair when he went to bed last night. He was also a male. He looked down to see himself wearing nothing but a pair of blood-red lace thong. Ethan let out a feminine scream as he saw the titanic tits growing out of him. He threw back the sheets to see that the body was not at all his own. It was all woman, and one hell of a woman. His tits were as big as his head, and round wiggly hips were bridged to it by a skinny, narrow waist. Long legs were tipped in carefully trimmed and pink-painted toenails, and his fingernails shone with matching polish. Even the pubic hair was an almost unnaturally bright blonde, on top of being shaved into a tiny patch shaped like a heart.
"Oh my god! Why am I a slut!?" His voice came out breathy and high, something befitting the new body. It felt odd to talk at first, realizing a huge set of lips were patting together every time they went to close. He looked around the spacious room, loaded with closets, dressers, a huge TV... this slut was rich too! He needed to figure out what was going on, but first, he needed a mirror. He spotted a slightly open door to her private bathroom, having to crawl on all fours just to get off the giant bed. It made him ridiculously aware of his own body as his big tits and bubble butt wobbled all the way. He shoved open the bathroom door, stepping over an old, used towel and a hair dryer that was still plugged in. He noted a huge rack of various types of makeup, right next to numerous bottles of pills. They had formal labels, some prescription and some not, but they all had their purpose scribbled on in sharpie. "Birth control." "Headaches." "Sleepy times." "Stomach aches." "Boner pills." "Nausea." "Feel goods :)."
Ethan turned to focus on the triple mirror over the sink. There "he" was, and he looked as ridiculously hot as he expected. Long blonde hair, a tan that you sure didn't get from working in the yard, some leftover but still stylish makeup on his face, big blue eyes. He looked like someone had told this woman the standard of beauty and she drove a truck through the definition to take it too far. He ran a hand over his fat lips, slightly sticky with drool and bubblegum pink lipstick. His tits were insane, and while he was no expert, he only had to cup and push at them lightly to feel certain that they were all fake. They had almost zero give to them, and every little wobble tugged at his chest muscles as they stuck straight out. He turned and shook his hips, watching his big booty wiggle around and feeling confident that something was injected into her ass to make it bounce like that on such a skinny woman. He leaned closer and ran a hand over his cheek, seeing no wrinkles at all but a tautness that gave him more suspicions about this woman and her obsession plastic surgery.
"God damn... how many dicks have you had in you?" he mumbled.
"Pardon me, Mrs. Carter." Ethan spun around to see a woman in something like a French maid outfit (you know, the kind that actual maids would never wear if they were going to be able to do their job right), only even more skimpy. She was younger than Ethan's new body seemed, and naturally pretty rather than the Frankensteinian supermodel that he was, with straight red hair and freckles over her breast and nose. The wide cleavage really showed off the latter, and Ethan had to assume the outfit was not just to objectify the woman, but to show off the freckles so that "Mrs. Carter" could assure herself that the girl had her flaws and wasn't a threat to her vanity. She was certainly sexy, but Ethan was a decent guy deep down.
"Oh, um... yes. You," Ethan managed to bluff with utmost perfection, simply because his words came out in the same feminine, faintly smokey voice and he wasn't positive the drugged up rich bitch would know her servants' names. He barely bit back from saying "Can I help you?"
"Did you need help dressing yourself today, Mrs. Carter?" the woman offered, and it took him a moment too realize she was being serious. "You were... celebrating very heavily last night, so I thought you might need a hand."
Ethan realized he was still in just his thong, his hard (and looking too small for his chest) nipples poking out towards the maid. "You know what? Yes... that would be great. Thank you." Ethan wouldn't be sure where to look for any of her clothes anyway. The maid gave him some worried looks, but she went to a closet and started along while he sat on the bed. She produced a pair of panther-black panties and a massive bra that had to have been custom made to fit his body, and when he realized she was holding them up for inspection, he nodded in approval. When the redhead fished out a complicated-looking black garment that resembled a mix of a corset, lingerie, and a ridiculously slutty swimsuit, Ethan winced and waved it off.
"I think I'll be wearing something more comfortable today," he insisted. "I might be staying in for most of the day." The maid looked at him quizically but shrugged.
"As you wish, Mrs. Carter." She went to an entirely different wardrobe to produce a few more tight and tiny tops until there was one that Ethan thought would conceivably fit him without bursting. He ended up with a set of pink booty shorts and a white top with a woman's glossy lips on the chest suggestively eating a lollipop with "Yummy" across the tits.
Ethan had to admit that letting the beautiful woman dress him was a luxurious experience. The maid avoided eye contact to minimize the akwardness to tugging underwear and snug-fitting shorts onto his new body. "Will you be needing any kind of special treatment today?" the maid asked as she only had the shirt left. "I can tell the chef, masseuse, chaufeur, or whoever you might need..." Now Ethan was starting to wonder if he could help but end up spoiled himself in a place like this.
Before he could answer, a girl somewhere in her late teens suddenly pushed open the door and hurried through it. The girl had short, deeply black hair with several streaks of bright red carefully dyed through it. She wore torn jeans that hung low on her, enough to expose the waistband of some panties (red and black to match the hair) and a small tattoo of a some kind of Chinese character or rune right at the lowest part of her abdomen. She wore a t-shirt featuring the intentionally aged-looking decal of the cast of Sesame Street, showing her own modest tits pressing out against it. Two studs pierced each ear, and black makeup and eyeshadow finished off the pale girl's gothic and vaguely familiar look.
"Mom! We need to talk," she insisted before her eyes darted back and forth from the maid back to Ethan... then down at Ethan's tits and back to him. "Alone."
The maid looked to Ethan for approval, and his instinct told him that telling the girl to fuck off until breakfast would be a suitable response for this woman. "Yes, sure. Come on in." Ethan gave a vague gesture to dismiss the redhead, who gave a quick bow (almost careful to make sure she was low enough to show a deep view into her cleavage) before bouncing up and leaving. As the door was shut, the goth ran her hands through her hair in visible frustration.
"Oh my god, how do I explain this?" grumbled the goth. "I'm... you know me, right?"
Ethan paused for a second too long. "Yea. Of course."
"Okay, then... I'm not me!" she blurted out. "I went drinking last night, I went to bed, and this isn't my bed. These aren't my clothes, and don't know anyone's names here. I don't know where my friend is or-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Ethan cut in. "Jeff? Is that you in there?"
The two men in women's bodies shared a moment of silence. "Oh, this is some bullshit," Jeff muttered, running a hand over his made-up face. "What the fuck was in those drinks, dude?"
"I don't know," Ethan insisted, throwing up his hands and having to catch his tits to stop their dense jiggling. “If the girls were here, I’d ask them! It’s not like they gave us ‘get rich and become hot skanks’ potions.”
“Oh good,” Jeff sighed as he sat on the bed next to Ethan. “You know that you're hot. That’s gonna make this a lot less awkward.”
“Yea, but like… weird hot. Besides, everyone seems to think I’m your mom, so it’s plenty awkward either way. At least you got the easier body.”
"What?!" Jeff's shadowed eyes looked at her incredulously. "You got the most crazy-sexy body I've ever seen."
"Yea, but does this look practical to walk around in?" Ethan cupped his breasts, letting go so that the dense orbs of plastic and flesh bounced in front of him. "They're so overstuffed I keep feeling like I'm going to break these things."
Jeff paused before reaching out to grab one of the Ethan's tits and give it a testing squeeze. Ethan gasped and pushed his hand back, but Jeff shrugged. "What? It's not like they're really yours anyway. You sure didn't pay for them."
"Well they're still on my body, man!" Ethan objected.
"But come on. You're old enough to drink, and you could get mad-laid in that body." This time Ethan gave him a dry look. "Maybe not the kind you're looking for..." Right on cue, the cell phone on the dresser chimed with a quick but obnoxious little tune. Ethan sat up to read "You going to be free today, Roxi?" So he was Roxi Carter now...
"But you get to be the mom," Jeff went on. "That's definitely in your favor. People are going to expect me to do what you say in public now."
"Do you LOOK like the kind of girl who listened to your mom?"
"Fair enough. So... what do we do now?"
Ethan thought as he dismissed the message a quick "I'll be busy," though it took a few tries with his new nails, and the phone auto-inserted a winky emoji somehow. As he closed the text screen, he glanced over her contact list: a whole lot of men, and one near the bottom labeled "The Hubby." Roxi Carter was certainly not making a good case for herself. He turned back and tugged his shirt over his straining bra. "How about we check this place out? We obviously belong here, so we should be able to look around."
Ethan was glad he did: the place was huge! It was three stories high with an indoor pool, personal gym, hot tub, and a genuine ball room/dining hall for god knows what kind of crazy parties. Roxi wasn't just a slut. She was fucking a millionaire. No wonder he was nowhere to be seen if he was busy making this much money. What was more, the place had a lot of pink to it, and a pair of happy, well-groomed pomeranians running around the halls. Handsome and sexy servants were around every corner, and they smiled at Ethan a bit too flirtily. If "Hubby" was out making the money, then Roxi definitely called the shots around the house.
"You are a gold-digger, man," Jeff muttered to him when they had a moment apart from all the servants.
"Yea... it'd kind of be a shame to waste all that hard work though, huh?"
Ethan and Jeff had gathered a few things. Searching through their rooms, they found plenty of meds, clothes, and sex toys, but finally they found what they were looking for between their purses, cell phones, and laptops. Ethan was now Roxi Carter, an unemployed wife of an international airline owner. Meetings, inspections and crap kept him going all over the world (only home a few days out of a month, at most), but it also kept his wife loaded beyond belief. Her daughter/Jeff's host body was Mindy Carter, a spoiled high schooler who seemed to backed by some unclear mix of sexual favors and generous donations, so no amount of misbehavior or missed classes could fail her.
"I have such a retarded amount of fuckbuddies," Ethan noted, scrolling through his contact list. "I get so many dick pics on this thing."
"Then put it away," Jeff insisted.
"I know, it's gross. But I'm just impressed by this slut more than I am grossed out. Work hard for the money, know what I mean?"
"Look, just because you're in a cumdumpster doesn't mean you can't make the best of this. This place isn't even a mansion at this point; it's a hotel for two!"
"Three if you count 'hubby,"
"Who's never home! So come on! Let's use this stuff! You know these bitches didn't appreciate what they had. Otherwise, why would we have seen them in that nowhere bar?"
Ethan either couldn't or didn't want to argue with that logic. Plus his skinny body was getting hungry. They'd gone through their voicemails and some Facebook posts to get a grasp on their basic mannerisms, but now it was time to test it out.
"Good morning, Mrs. Carter. You're looking lovely today." A well-dressed man welcomed them into the private dining room. It took a while to find it in the big place, with Ethan insisting that they were going on a walk and Jeff insisting that the huge banquet hall seemed impractical for everyday use. This was a cozy little hideaway with a small table for a handful of guests or a small family, but still enough glamor to pass for a tiny restaurant.
"Hey there, hon," Ethan chimed in his best California doll voice. It was odd to talk in the voice of the body while trying to also copy her voice, but no one mentioned anything about it, so he expected it was working. Roxi took her time talking, because everyone wanted to hear what her vapid head had to say, and it gave them an excuse to stare at her tits while she found the words. But she was sociably sweet on the outside, in an easily faked kind of way. "Me and my girl need some breakfast. Can you make that happen?"
"Of course. what will you-?"
"Fuck us up with pancakes!" Jeff cut in. "With chocolate chips!" Mindy was quick to talk when she should be thinking, but used her words liberally. Why use just one when you could use a dozen, with two of them being profanity?
Their servant looked to Ethan, who nodded in confirmation. "Going off your new diet then, ma'am?" he double-checked.
"Honey, you're not being paid to think for me," Ethan laughed through a sweet, silicone smile. "You're the help that tells the other help how to help me. But you're a dear to worry like that." The manservant was struck silent by her words, but left briskly after that. The boys giggled once he'd left, but not quite before he was out of earshot.
"You are such a bitch when you're in a bitch," Jeff beamed.
"And you're a mouthy little shit," Ethan smiled as he leaned his chin on his palm, resting his heavy tits on the table. "So let's play the parts before people get suspicious."
"And a slut like you pigging out on pancakes isn't suspicious?"
"Hey, something's got to feed this bubble butt," Ethan insisted with a mock-offended look on his face.
"Something gave you that bubble butt alright, but it wasn't food," Jeff said, leaning over and patting the back of his hand on the top of Roxi's bouncey tits. Ethan just giggled and kicked back to wait for his meal.
The two had an absolute blast that day. They explored their huge house, seeing a huge garden out back and a big indoor pool. They ended up taking the maid up on her offer and went to visit the masseuse, a talented and lovely Asian woman that had them strip down for the procedure. This involved a lot of snickering between the two boys in rich women's bodies as they undressed their variously curvy figures for each other.
"Look at my ass later, mother fucker," Ethan chuckled in the private changing room, stuffing his top and bra into a locker.
"Once you stop looking at my tits," Jeff grinned back, brushing some multi-colored strands of hand from his face. Whenever he moved, Ethan could see the little movement of the nipple rings hanging onto the teen's tits.
"Only if you let me see those later. When we're alone."
If seeing the other naked in a sexy woman's body was awkward, then it was quickly forgotten in the midst of their massages. Ethan was far too busy moaning as his masseuse worked her magic enough for him to forget that he was leaning right on on his humungous tits. Sleeping on her must have been life-threatening to this crazy bitch. He heard Jeff giving off similar high, sensual moans, and it soon became an unspoken contest between them to make the most pseudo-sexual noises to distract the other while still acting like it was them enjoying the massage.
The two of them eventually settled into one of the living rooms. They were splayed out on the big cushy sofa in front of the the biggest TV that Ethan had ever seen in a person's house. They were playing side by side on the fully stocked PS4, a few bottles of red wine out on the table among all their chips and flavored rice cakes. They'd agreed that beer and fried chicken would be a little obvious, and something they'd eaten just last night. Then again, this wasn't the same stomach Ethan had last night.
"Gotcha!" Jeff boasted, tossing his controller aside to take another long pull of his the wine. "This stuff grows on you, huh?" He grinned a bit sloppily with his painted lips.
"Must be why your mom drank so much of it," Ethan agreed, emptying his glass and refilling it.
"Yea, but my mom wasn't as rich or as hot as you right now. REALLY, woman. I don't even know how you sit with an ass like that."
"Oh, it's comfortable as hell," Ethan replied, smiling with his pouty lips as he licked his wine-reddened tongue over them. "It's kind of like a beanbag chair is wherever you sit down."
"I mean it feels like a waste. I'd feel ashamed to sit on an ass like that when I could be showing it off."
"Oh, relax. Your ass is hot too," Ethan assured him, eying up his casually dressed "daughter." "I wouldn't kick you out of bed, that's for sure."
"I knew you were checking her out," Jeff smirked. He tapped on his controller as another level loaded. "Hey, how about we make it interesting this time..."
After a bit of back and forth, they arranged their bet. Each kill that round was one point. For each point, the other guy had to model a different outfit from their body's wardrobe. After a lot of desperate fighting and some urgent screen-looking, they settled on 3 to 4 in Jeff's favor.
They split up and gathered a few outfits before meeting back in Ethan's/Roxi's room. They took turns going in and out of the bathroom with their variously sexy outfits. Ethan started first since the had the extra point to go through, starting off with some lacey black lingerie with garterbelts and stockings. It was extra tight all over, so much that the edges of his areolas poked out over the top of the bust.
"You make me wish I had a dick again, man," Mindy sighed from the safety of the locked bedroom.
"You know, I really don't miss it." Ethan grinned, posing for both Mindy and the mirror nearby. He really was ridiculously gorgeous, especially for her age. He leaned far over in front of Jeff, making his tits wobble to a stop so that they threatened to pop right out of their lacey prison.
They went through their cycle, excitedly jiggling, posing, and blowing kisses for each other. Jeff had used a casual but sexy outfit for his first, wearing an excessively tattered tanktop and shorts that hung so low on her narrow hips that they showed he was wearing nothing underneath them. Ethan countered with a lime green cocktail dress so snug and sequined than Jeff had to compare him to Jessica Rabbit outloud. Jeff followed up with an old red and blue cheerleader outfit, something so short that it had to either be a Hot Topic kind of kinky outfit or just something that Mindy hadn't worn in several years. He was sure to bounce around and jut out his hips to flash his purple panties with "Oh fuck me!" printed on the ass. Ethan had a sling bikini next, something that barely covered his nipples and only then by virtue of how tightly it fit on over his shoulders and between his bubbly ass cheeks.
Finally, Jeff revealed that mindy has been hiding a full blown dominatrix outfit: leather corset, high-heeled boots, gloves and all. Ethan topped it all off with a pair of tall silver heels and a thong bikini with a tropical pattern across what little fabric it provided, as if he were some sort of insanely proportioned Miss America model.
"We are sick fucks and I am so okay with that," Jeff sighed. "How many bikinis does that woman have, anyway?"
"Like a dozen!" Ethan answered with a bubbly giggle. "She must love to swim."
"Or just likes being stared at while she's tanning. Or pool sex."
"It could be all three," Ethan said almost defensively before he turned sharply to Jeff. "Shit, that's right! We've got a giant indoor pool now, don't we?! We can't waste that shit!"
They hurried Jeff into a black bikini, one that her mother would definitely disapprove of, but the boys highly approved. They sent a passing butler for towels rather than guess their way around where to find them. They reached the Olympic-sized pool, all housed with a high-roofed room with huge glass panels in the walls, as if to let the sunlight in as well as anyone who came to gawk at the owner's wet body while keeping them well out of groping distance.
The boys looked over the pool quietly before they bothered to step in. "This feel... weird to you?" Ethan asked.
"Kinda," Jeff mused, kneeling down and running a hand through the water. Even the fact that the pool was heated somehow didn't tempt him in any further. "Kinda... big for just two people, right?"
"Yea. This doesn't feel like the kinda life... hell, the kinda body you just share with one person." Ethan curled some of his blog blonde hair around his finger as he thought and chewed on one of his puffy lips. "I mean... we fooled the help around the house. If anyone who tell we were... like this, then it would probably be them. We probably see them more than we do my husband."
Jeff gave a girlish sigh and looked out over the still waters of the pool. "Yea... let's go see the world a little huh?"
Ethan nodded and turned back, starting for the private locker/changing room when a maid appeared with the towels. "Oh right. Nevermind," Ethan said with a dismissive wave. "We changed our minds. We're going out for a while."
"Of course, Mrs. Carter," the maid excused, seemingly used to Roxi changing her mind constantly. She waited until Jeff started to head for one end of the locker room before the maid leaned over and muttered to Ethan. "I have to say though, congratulations with your daughter."
"Hmm?" Ethan looked between the maid and his undressing friend/daughter. "What do you mean?"
"You're always avoiding each other or at each other's throats. It's so good to see you two trying to get a little closer," she maid smiled proudly.
Ethan gave her a slightly stunned look. The maid looked ready to apologize when Ethan put a hand on her shoulder. "Well thank you, sweetness. Tell you what: why don't you go home early today? We're probably going to be out for a while. Same offer goes for the rest of the help, so spread the word."
The maid's eyes widened, staring at Ethan as if waiting for some twist or hammer to drop on the offer, but Ethan eventually just waved at her to move along. She nodded and smiled. "Oh! Yes! Um, thank you, miss! I've been meaning to check up on my kids. I can spare the hours to take care of..."
Ethan waved his hand to stop her again. "Nah, don't bother with that. Just tell whoever you need to that I said it's paid time off, and call me if they need to. Just show up on time tomorrow."
The maid froze again before nodding and hurrying off. Ethan smiled as he started to squeeze out of his bikini. The staff must think she was going through a Scrooge-style transformation overnight, based on how she reacted. He was only inside the silicone queen Barbie for a few hours and he already felt like he was improving the life of everyone around him. He could certainly learn to get comfortable here.
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