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The Great Shift: Genesis free porn video
Some of you may have noticed that I have a tendancy to do a lot of
body switching stories. I tend to enjoy the idea, as well as messing with
families a lot, due to the multiple relationships suddenly changed.
Because of my fondness for body swapping stories, I decided to
create the ultimate body swapping situation. And as a result, I came up with
a story challange/open universe. This is one that I'm calling the Great
Shift.
The premise is that somewhere in New Mexico, there is a mysterious
explosion, that sends out a wave of invisible energy, that covered the world
within a minute of the explosion. It causes people to suddenly, and randomly
change bodies with other people near by. Usually fairly close, but sometimes
up to several miles apart, depending on the amount of people nearbye.
This isn?t neccessarily a one for one swap, and in fact, usually isn't.
People seem to be pulled out, and randomly thrust back into other human
bodies. However, if they were touching at the moment of the Great Shift,
the likelyhood of their direct swapping seems higher, but not guaranteed.
93% of the human population is suddenly thrust into other peoples bodies,
while some people remain uneffected at all.
Afterwards, the world is obviously messed up, as peoples identities
and pasts are no longer provable. This mixes up the governments,
marriages, families, and legal system, as well as many professions. Religion
gets a sudden boost in popularity since this seems to prove the existance of
the soul, and many new cults form.
This world is an open one, and anyone who wishes too, please go
ahead and use it. If anyone wishes to write a non TG story in it, such as age
regression or age progression, I'd be very happy to see those as well if sent
to me privately.
So, to start the ball rolling, I give the story The Great Shift: Genesis.
Enjoy.
Morpheus
The Great Shift: Genesis By Morpheus
This is the first story of an open universe that I'm hoping others will add
other tales to.
Prologue:
Dr. Bob Jensen stared intently at the large pillar in front of him, with
the strings of odd lights strange buttons. Absently he scratched his balding
head then looked around the rest of the room, barely noticing the half dozen
other brilliant scientists he'd been working with to make it.
Looking back to the device, he grinned, thinking that this would have
given him another Nobel prize, as if he'd been able to get the first one either.
His work was too top secret for him to ever get such a prestigious award,
even though his work would absolutely guarantee one if it were known. Of
course he hadn't built the device by himself, but he'd been working on it for
nearly two decades, along with a small carefully selected staff.
Even he wasn't sure exactly how the machine worked. It was largely
based on alien technology. He wasn't sure where the parts came from, but
secretly believed that it was wreckage from that crash in Roswell, or another
such thing. The parts were almost destroyed, but they'd found out how
some incredible things from it.
Staring back at the device, he felt proud of his achievement. What
they'd found appeared to be some sort of generator for an alien ship. And
with all his work, Bob was sure that he'd adapted a version they could use.
It would tap into some other dimension using small quantities of energy, and
release much larger quantities in return.
Dr. Jensen's eyes drifted back to Dr. Sarah March on the other side of
the room. Though she was 40 something, she looked a little older, but was
a gifted researcher. Chuckling, he remembered her theory that the generator
somehow tapped into some sort of psi plane or dream realm. Now that they
were about to finally turn it on, he had no time for such rediculous drivel.
Everyone involved in the project was here, curious to see how all
their hard work and money invested into the generator would work. Proudly
Dr. Jensen ordered the final activation, and looked up into the observation
window, seeing another half dozen people. Those blasted spooks. Half of
the figures behind the glass wanted all the cheap energy so that they could
make untold billions. The others seemed curious as to how it could be
turned into a weapon.
Sadly he shook his head, listening to the machine hum. After several
seconds the humming increased, and Dr. Jensen began to worry that
something was going wrong. In just seconds his fears started to be proven
as sparks flew around one corner of the pillar, and a slight glow began to
build.
"SHUT IT DOWN!" He yelled, to Dr. Crebitz at the controls, who
was frantically messing with the complicated switches. Bob was suddenly
horrified to see the glow brighten, then it seemed to suddenly explode.
Bob felt some sort of tearing through his soul, a ripping in his brain,
a sudden migraine and tearing at his flesh as the pillar exploded into a golden
burst of energy. It hit Bob too fast for him to even scream, though he tried.
Then the darkness hit him, as a crater 3 miles wide appeared where their lab
had been.
part 1
I remember when IT happened. I was just coming home from the
grocery store, bag of groceries in hand as I walked down the hall of my
apartment building. As I got near my apartment, I saw my neighbor George
Hillman standing at his door with beer can in one hand, and a cigar in the
other, as usual. George looked like a stereotype slob. Balding head, large
gut and few manners. But he was a good neighbor.
I waved to him and pulled out my keys and started working at my
lock. It was a cheap lock and needed a bit of fiddling with. I heard the
Nelsons next door, arguing, which wasn't too unusual, though I don't think
they were ever really serious about it. I think it was just their way showing
affection.
Jill was talking very loudly to her husband Wilson about some money
problems, and I saw their 8 year old son, Marshal, come rocketing out their
open door, off to play somewhere. They weren't bad neighbors overall, and
they were very friendly. They were just a little too loud sometimes for the
thin walls of these apartments.
Sighing, I got the door open, and carefully closed it behind me to
drown out as much of their noise as possible. I set my groceries on the table
top, then stretched a bit and pulled off my jacket. Looking around my
apartment it was a little bit of a mess, but then again I was a bachelor and
entitled to it. I may have been a 26 year old man, but I didn't have any
serious prospects, or even a girl friend currently. No Sir, David Howard's
was single, and proud of it.
I was just beginning to put my groceries away when IT happened.
One second, I'm putting a box of rice into the cupboard, then the next, I feel
the wave hit me. It was as if suddenly everything froze for a second, and I
felt a sudden jerking throughout my entire being, almost as if I were caught
in some kind of explosion. It hit me so suddenly, I didn't know what
happened, only that I felt this horribly wrenching then I blanked out.
I opened my eyes, feeling a very bad headache. The first thing I
noticed, was that everything was clean. That's what caught my eye first.
The whole room was organized nicely and all neat. I sat up, and saw that it
was an apartment, just like mine, but I certainly wasn't in mine.
I was a bit shocked and confused, realizing that I was sitting on a
couch. What the hell was I doing on a couch, in somebody else's apartment.
Almost immediately, I wondered if I'd fallen and hit my head, and been
taken to one of the neighbors apartments to get better. Looking around
though, I didn't see anyone else here. I called out, "Hello", but was
shocked to hear a voice I didn't recognize come out of my throat. I
suddenly realized that I'd been feeling odd since I woke up, but had been
distracted by the rooms strangeness. I felt very weird, and out of balance.
Looking down at myself, I was horrified to see a pair of female
breasts pushing out of my shirt. Or it wasn't my shirt. It was someone
else's. I sat up confused, looking down at myself, seeing that wasn't all that
had changed. I had a very horrible suspicion, and put my hand down my
pants, finding it confirmed when my hand met nothing. I felt a slight slit
there, and pulled my hand back immediately.
Somehow, I was a woman. I was still in shock, and though I was
horrified, I didn't panic. I forced myself to stay calm, then heard some
screaming out in the hall. I ran to the door, and looked out, seeing several
people running around screaming and in complete confusion.
Oddly enough, this calmed me down a little, realizing that I wasn't the
only one in this mess. I went to the woman standing outside, looking
horribly confused. I recognized her as Mrs. Adams from the third floor. A
31 year old divorcee. "Mrs. Adams?" I asked cautiously.
"I want my MOMMY" she screamed at me. I stepped back startled as
she started bawling, tears running down her cheeks. She collapsed to the
floor, and I just stared. After a few seconds I tried to calm her down,
wondering what she could tell me. Once I calmed her down, she told me
that she was Cindy Walker, a 7 year old girl who was just visiting one of her
friends in another apartment.
I stared, thinking how odd to have a little girl in an adult womans
body, and how confusing it must be for her. I realized I was almost in the
same boat, and ran back to my own apartment, happy that I was still in the
same building at least. When I got there, the door was open, and there
wasn't anyone inside. I was almost thankful for that. Somehow people
were in the wrong bodies, and I was afraid of who might be in mine. I
wasn't ready to face that yet.
I sat down on the couch, and started crying. This situation was
enough to make anyone cry. After several minutes of this, I wiped my tears
away, finding a little makeup on my sleeve afterwards. I forced myself to
calm down again, and turned on the TV. I wondered just how many were
effected, or changed by whatever that was.
There was some sort of live announcement on, with a frightened
looking old man talking into the camera, saying he was really reporter
Rhonda Maelly. I shook my head, staring. From what he, or was that she,
was saying, a lot of people were messed up. "SHIT" I said aloud, surprised
again by my voice.
Finally, curiosity got me, and I went to look into the mirror, to see
who I had become. I'd been holding off on that, afraid of the answer, and
not wanting to have to make this seem any more real. Cautiously, I stared
into the bathroom mirror, seeing a rather attractive looking brunette girl of
about 21. I recognized her. I didn't know her name, but I'd seen her
walking around every once in a while.
I stared at the reflection in a mixture of curiosity and disgust for
several minutes before I turned away, and went back out to see who I could
find that might know what was going on.
Outside, I found one woman staring at a man who was crying, and
she looked up at me, scared. "What happened?" she seemed to be asking
God a bit more than me. "One minute Roger and I are fine, the next minute,
he starts screaming and crying like a little baby, and everyone else is acting
weird" She went back to her crying husband, and I realized that she hadn't
changed. Not everyone had. I felt very relieved at that somehow, as if it left
at least a little part of the world sane.
Carefully I walked past her, trying to decide where to go, almost
getting desperate to find out what happened. Suddenly a large guy grabs me
by the shoulder and slams me up against a wall. The look of hatred in his
face scares me, as does the sudden knowledge that I might about to be raped.
Terror ran through my body, or whoevers body it was, and I could barely
move. Then the face took on a look of desperation.
"Give me back my body" the man demanded, and then threatened to
kill me unless I have him back his body. I was confused for a second, then
realized that this must be the girl who's body I was in. I'd actually been
expecting her to be in my body, since I was in hers. She broke down and
started crying, and I hugged her, saying it wasn't my fault. She had already
known that though, but was just desperate for any explanation. And I didn't
have any to give.
We went back to my apartment, and she told me her name was
Andrea Steiger. We began to talk and comfort each other, but neither of us
had any interest in sex in our new genders. We only prayed for a way to
change back.
Turning back to the news, I found that they'd gotten an announcer
that apparently hadn't been changed. He appeared to be uncomfortable on
camera though. I watched the announcement, desperate for an answer.
The live report kept having interviews, and they kept trying to
convince everyone to stay calm. Apparently there was some sort of
explosion in New Mexico just before things happened. And within a minute
of that explosion, this great shift occurred around the world.
They said some sort of wave seemed to have spread out, causing
people to randomly change bodies with other people within a short distance
from themselves. They also said that in some cases, the changes seemed to
be over miles, but the more people nearby, the more likely the change was
to be local. That was interesting, but certainly gave no clue as to how to
change everyone back.
Finally they said that as a rough estimate, about 90 percent of the
human population seemed to have been changed, which shocked me. Later I
found out that it was closer to 93 percent. I already knew that it had
happened all over the world, but to almost everyone. God, that was a
horrifying thought.
Turning off the TV, I yawned, knowing it was time for bed. I felt so
tired. And there was no way I was going to go to work in the morning, or
just about anyone else either I guessed. It seemed that chaos ruled outside,
and I only wanted to stay right here.
Reluctantly I stripped off my clothes and crawled into bed, feeling the
odd jiggling on my chest, and the strange weight. I avoided looking at these
breasts or my new vagina, unwilling to accept them, trying to deny their
existence, as if I could. It was hard though, it was all to inescapable.
Finally I looked down at my body, knowing that normally I'd find it
very attractive. But now, I didn't think so. I thought that masturbation
would almost seem natural if someone ended up in this situation, but
honestly, that was the last thing I wanted. I didn't feel excited in the least
bit, even with all this female flesh available. That was just the source of the
problem. And these things on my chest, It was like I had two globs of
lifeless flesh just hanging on my front.
Thinking about it, I realized that they'd probably be otherwise if I
were excited, but I had no interest in that. Not even if it was just me.
Disgusted, I finally fell asleep.
The next few days were interesting. To say the least. Andrea showed
up, and we became friends, though that was all. She was protective of her
old body, and wanted to make sure I was taking good care of it. I don't
think I could have handled it without her. We both helped each other adapt.
This sudden change of identities caused massive problems all over the
world, with people unable to prove that they were who they claimed to be.
World leaders were suddenly in other bodies, causing great changes in
governments. In fact, in the first few days, 8 separate people were all
claiming to be the real president of the United States, and others joined in as
well. Anyone famous or rich had people claiming to really be them, and
who could prove it.
The legal system took a dive since many of the prisoners in the
prisons were innocent people in the wrong bodies. And all records of people
were kind of invalidated by this.
Families were badly scrambled, creating confusion as to whether
marriages should be automatically annulled during these changes since often
spouses ended up with large age differences or of the same gender. Some
suggested that people should honor the marriages and family commitments
of the bodies they occupied.
Religion took on a whole new light, as they announced that this
proved the soul existed beyond a shadow of a doubt. Some said that this
was the wrath of God, or judgment day, punishing the bad and rewarding
the good via their new lives. A lot of cults formed out of this. One of the
worst is the Uncursed, a group of people unaffected, who are claiming that
all changed were cursed, and that they, being the only stable ones should run
things. Fortunately, they're pretty heavily outnumbered, and most that
weren't changed don't want anything to do with them.
All in all, people adapted, not having much choice since it seemed to
be permanent. The only good things I think came out of this was that sexism
and racism were pretty much a moot point.
Me, I've adapted. That kind of happens after several periods. I can
wear women's clothes and put on makeup, though I usually don't bother.
I've found that my hormones have made me become slightly attracted to
men, but I won't sleep with anyone. Andrea and I are still friends, but
nothing more. I hate my periods and don't know how most women handled
these before.
As much as things changed in the Great Shift, some things remain the
same. Like the 9 year old girl who lives next door, and is always standing at
the door with a can of beer in one hand and a cigar in the other. George
never lets anything bother him.
The Nelsons are still next door too, with Jill having gotten the body
of some other woman just a few years younger than she was, and rather in
very good shape. She had been a little overweight before, now she's rather
athletic, and likes her new looks.
Her husband Wilson on the other hand was now a horny, pimple
faced 15 year old boy. They were still together, though she kept rubbing his
nose in his now being a younger man. Their son Marshal is now their 19
year old daughter. They're trying to remain a family, even through the
changes. I have to admire that.
I haven't seen my old body since the change, and don't even know
who ended up in it. Sometimes I wonder, but don't think I'll ever find out.
I don't think anyone will ever forget where they were on that day. They day
everything changed. The day of the Great Shift.
The End
Alma
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