Goblin Bodyswap - Fair Trade

Another short story of the boy who became a female goblin adventurer through hard work and a lot of sex. Quick and easy work, just what I need amidst working on two or three more legitimate writings that keep me busy and excited!

Tucker had gotten a few local jobs done between himself, Hun and Dura before his party moved on for now. They would send word if they needed help in the future and encouraged him to do the same if any big jobs came up. Dura and Tucker had talked to the local guards to get their plentiful share of the loot, so that just left the best part of the job. Gender roles be damned; Tucker loves blowing a huge chunk of gold even before he'd made his jump to his new body. Lucky for him, Ivan was in town.

Ivan himself was a mundane traveler who passed by now and then. He was a decent and level-headed young man, on the tall side and a little brawny from all his riding around and lugging supplies. His cousin, apparently, was a full blown enchanter, and gave Ivan the easy job of hauling and peddling his stuff from town to town. He usually just stopped by Shafton for the night to eat and sleep; with nothing more magical than some potion vendors and woodcutters, he didn't get much business. That was about to change.

"Hey! Hey! Ivan!" Ivan was passing his horses and carriage off to a stable boy when he looked up. Looking up never got you far with Tucker's height, so he patiently waited for him to look down.

"Oh! Hey, uh... miss." Ivan hesitated at the sight of Tucker's face, but the look at his jiggling boobs in his breastplate cleared that up quickly. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm here too look at the good stuff," Tucker declared, grinning and baring his needly teeth. They were still crooked, but there had been a massive sigh of relief when Dimension B shared toothpaste with them.

"Uh huh," Ivan said skeptically, looking him over. "Look, I don't deal in the little stuff, short stuff. This is the high-end magical gear. Unbreakable shields, unstoppable warhammers, bracelets that prevent paradoxes, doors that lead to other dimensions... not pocket change magic tricks."

"I know." Tucker dug into his bag and tossed the gold nugget onto the ground between them. It was heavy enough to land with a dense thud. "What can I get for that?" Ivan stared at it for a minute, starting to reach for it when Tucker put a boot on it, putting it and a chunky thigh between him and it. "Taking me seriously now, right? Let's talk shop." One great thing about his new body; he loved surprising people.

They were soon settled in Ivan's room, a crystal sitting in Tucker's generous lap that projected illusions in front of him. They showed the equipment in question with short descriptions (Ivan had offered to read them before Tucker assured them he knew English) and some basic demonstrations, clearly inspired by computers and ipads back home. Tucker was almost drooling over some of the impressive gear while Ivan was weighing and assessing the gold. He wasn't concerned with the cart of cargo, considering how many wards were on everything on there.

"What about this one?" Tucker redirected the crystal's tip towards Ivan, projecting a foursome of silvery knives with runes etched across them. A simple figure was shown hurling one of them deep into a target before the knife wiggled and flew back into his hand without him even looking.

"Ah. The Elven Echoblades," Ivan noted casually. "Good eye for a goblin. Yea, come back no matter where you throw em." Good. Tucker was getting tired of always running and fetching his throwing knives or digging them out of skulls.

"How about them for the brick?" Tucker offered, but Ivan scoffed.

"Close. That'd be the cost of one knife, and they only sell as a set." He gestured at the pouch they came in. "Get too far for too long and they come flying back."

"Then... what about trade? Do you trade in stuff besides gold?"

"Oh, sure. It's a popular choice, but some places deal in supplies if they've got enough."

Tucker grabbed his pouch and dumped out what he had. Some old mushrooms and herbs, a few potions, his old throwing daggers, some bits of food and some coins. Ivan scooped the coins and plantlife over to him. "That'd be about half."

Tucker growled lowly. "That's all I've got," he admitted. "I can work it off. Do you need any guards or monsters hunted?"

"Nah, the cart kind of takes care of itself," Ivan said with a smile. "Hate to say it, but it looks like you've got nothing to sell but your body at this point."

"Deal!"

"Say what?"

"Deal. I'll do it. What do you need me to do?"

Ivan hesitated, then looked around. "Wait... really?"

"Trust me. I've done worse." Being in a breeding hut held captive by savages sounded like a lot worse deal than one night in return for magic weapons. Ivan bit his lip as he looked Tucker over. The chunk little goblin wiggled his hips into the bed and adjusted his top, jiggling his floppy green jugs around. Ivan wasn't the only one who could make his goods look good.

"I mean... don't tell anybody, right?" he muttered, getting a grin out of Tucker. "I don't want everyone knowing what I'm up to here. I'll eat the profits just to try it with... you know."

"An exotic local girl," Tucker grinned as he hopped off the bed.

"I was gonna say 'slutty goblin pussy,' but sure," Ivan shrugged as he scooped the sample gear off the bed back into his bottomless sack.

Tucker had often wondered if it was possible. He'd only been with a dwarven woman and other goblins, so he had some curiosity about full-sized men. Ivan apparently had the same idea; after they both stripped down and Tucker did a bit of posing for him, they were both standing upright, letting Ivan ram his dick straight ahead. Tucker had to tug it down and stand on his toes a bit, but he could pretty easily deliver a standing blowjob thanks to their height difference. Ivan got into it pretty quickly, holding his ears and fucking his mouth enthusiastically. It reminded Tucker of the breeding hut, but more passionate than violent. It got him to relax and soak up the treatment that other whores would have likely given him shit for.

Tucker's enthusiastic suckling and slimey tongue slithering over the bigger man's shaft got him to cum pretty quickly. The cock itself was more than a mouthful for him, but the load of cum made him cough with surprise. Ivan didn't care right away as he stumbled back into his bed, but Tucker spat up some of the jizz over his breasts while a bit squirted from his nose.

"You okay?"

"Fuck yea," Tucker laughed, giving one more cough. "I ain't even bruised yet. Lemee know when you want round two."

It didn't take him too long until Tucker was flat on his back, getting fucked deeper into his nethers than he knew was possible. His stubby claws scraped over the sheets when Ivan first went into him, stunned by the sheer size of him. Ivan wasn't especially hung by what Tucker could recall, but the sheer dimensions of their species made a world of difference. Tucker could see his pot belly wobble and shift each time Ivan stuffed himself into his pussy. Tucker tried to dig his heels into the mattress, but the human’s height made him resort to bracing them on his hips as the farthest he could reach. Despite how huge and fertile Tucker’s breasts were, the interracial groping reminded him that they were still just slightly bigger than a normal person’s. It was certainly a jarring experience.

"You doing alright down there?" Ivan panted, sweat dripping down over him. Tucker nodded rapidly.

"Hell yea. Keep it coming big guy!" The goblin managed a crooked grin, Ivan panting and slowing for a moment.

"Can... can you do something for me?"

"I'm yours til midnight, stretch. What's up?" Tucker panted, wiping some drool from his lips. After murdering someone in the dark of night, this might honestly be some of the easiest money he'd ever made. It certainly wasn't his dignity at risk either, after his first year of being a goblin sex object.

"Could you... talk goblin to me?" Ivan asked breathlessly, blushing heavier across his focused expression.

Tucker chuckled and dug into his old vocabulary before cupping his breasts. "M'tek ugaloola va, kodo~!" he purred/hissed to the bigger human. Ivan twitched and shoved one more big, hard thrust that slid Tucker's sweaty ass across the bed.

"Mm.... that's good, but... I didn't know goblins talked like that."

"Oh? Well what do goblins talk like?" Tucker might have been the worst to know goblins from the outside, not living that long in Dimension A and picking up goblish secondhand.

"Like... me hit with club, yummy rat meat, gubba bugga stuff."

Ah. Generic savage talk. Ivan basically wanted him doing greenface. He didn't care about the real thing so much as Tucker playing up a stereotype. He shrugged. Who was he going to offend? The raping kidnappers he'd lived with?

"Big humie gonna gimmee good fucky?" Tucker tried, pitching his voice up a bit. That got Ivan going. He gripped Tucker by his purple hair and started pumping harder, making the bulge in the soft green belly wobble around.

Tucker let out a long, high moan before breaking back into his caveman speak. "Uhhh, big human dicky so strong! So biiig! Gonna gimme lotta strong goblin pups! Gimmee gimmee, big humie!"

"You fucking know it," Ivan grunted, squeezing his big bouncing tits roughly. It felt kind of good to have them fondled like that rather than clawed or slapped around, forcing a loud purr out of Tucker.

"Yes! Yes, humie master! Fuck tight gobby pussy! Give your greedy gobbo all that fuckstick dicky! Shoot all your soft squishy white into all this green! More big humpa humpa! Mooooore!"

That drove another orgasm out of Ivan, so deep and thick Tucker thought he could taste it. He shuddered as Ivan fell off of him, but the wet pop of his cock squeezing back out was exactly what Tucker needed. The head of it flicked against his clit and made him shiver and squirt an orgasm of his own all over the sheets.

“Wow,” Ivan huffed as he sat back to catch his breath. “If I didn’t know there were so many goblins around, I wouldn’t even think your kind could cum.”

“Not as common as you might think. I’m just a lucky one.” Tucker panted as he boosted himself up. “Don’t tell me that’s all you got.”

“No… no just need a second. And some water… but I got this one other big thing I wanted to try.”

“Hit me,” Tucker shrugged. “Literally, I’d be okay with that, if that’s what you mean.”

It wasn’t anything so severe, but it still had Tucker screaming before long. He was lifted up so that his breasts rested on the bed, his lower half raised completely off the ground by Ivan. The human fucked his juicy ass from behind so that most of his plump little body was suspended in the air and balanced almost entirely on the bigger man’s dick and hands. Ivan was thick enough that he could fill up Tucker's vagina with ease, and he was now firmly reminding him that the goblins hadn't been interested in anal. Tucker moaned and wailed, drooling over the bed and leaking milk from his teats as Ivan pounding him from behind, unable to feel anything but the normal-sized dick in his ass.

"So big! Humie dick makey gobbo crazy!" Tucker gasped, spraying drool over the bedsheets as he remembered to play his part. "Gonna fuck gobby goo out of her! Such big sticky messy for humie!"

"Fuck yes. Just like that," the trader grunted, smacking Tucker's ass HARD. The flabby cheeks jiggled around his cock, making Ivan grunt lowly as Tucker sucked his shaft in a bit deeper into his anus. The goblin's toes were curling, making them rub against Ivan's thighs since they certainly couldn't reach the floor.

"Gobby booty feel good, no?" Tucker urged him on. The thrill of having such a "big" creature inside him was turning him on like wild. He'd have to reconsider about molesting stray goblins if there were humans willing to pay for goblin pussy and stuff him full like this. And if he wanted him to do bad impressions along the way, there were a lot worse fetishes for a guy to have in a world where actual tentacle monsters, mind control magic, and rapiing barbarian hordes existed. "Gobbo love big human dicky! Fucky me crazy! Shooty goopa in sticky gob hole! Dicky dick so big is gonna make gobbo pop! Hurryyyyy! Humpy humpy hump hump!"

Tucker's primitive dirty talk made his partner finish as he felt a thick shot of cum go into his ass. It was certainly a new experience, though it still didn't feel like the most disgusting thing he'd done in Dimension A. Ivan pulled out of him and there was a distinct sound of the cum falling out of Tucker's overstuffed ass and plopping onto the floorboards while the vendor collapsed back onto the bed. "Holy shit," he muttered. "That was fucked up and I loved it."

Tucker thumbed at his wide green ass to get the bulk of the semen out of his spread hole before he replied. "Yea, not too shabby at all." He glanced up at the clock on the wall. 11:30. Nearly the end of their fuckfest, and Ivan was understandably winded.

"Want to call it early? I'm not sure I can keep that going..." Ivan offered, waving weakly at Tucker and reaching for a mug of ale to refresh his fluids (that were now leaking out of Tucker).

"I got nowhere to be," Tucker shrugged, pulling himself the rest of the way onto the bed. He flopped over onto his belly, squashing his big green boobs out across the bedsheets and cupping Ivan's balls, sliding the head into his mouth and sucking softly. There was the faintly bitter taste of his own ass mixed with the salt of Ivan's cum for a strange and interesting combination.

Ivan took a short, deep breath as the tight little mouth started back on his tender dick. "You don't have to. That all was worth it to me."

"Maybe this isn't for you," Tucker muttered before going back to sliding his tongue down the length of the erect flesh. "Don't worry. I know my way around a dick. I'll be gentle."

They didn't spend the night together, Tucker calmly wrapping up their trade a little after midnight. Ivan gave him the daggers, though Tucker still had to give up his gold from the last job. Apparently one night with a whore wasn't worth an entire set of magic items. Tucker secured the dagger pouch onto his hip and went through the basic pass phrase to make them only return to him. It was a good deal as far as he was concerned, getting his kicks in for one night while learning a valuable piece of information: his squat, curvy body was apparently a very tradable commodity. He'd have to see who else would be into making some more trades.